It wasn't like Marceline to go out to the bars. Wait, no, that was a total lie. She did go to the bars, but she was always invisible. It made eating the red from objects a lot easier, and there was a bonus if some poor sap got all freaked out. Tonight, the vampire decided that she wanted to visit the bar for real.
Inside of the establishment Marceline looked around for a place to sit. Family in a booth? Nope. Two people on a date sharing a booth; and a guy at the bar going through beer, and wings like there was no tomorrow. Marceline sighed, the only person that looked interested to her was a blonde woman sitting by herself at the bar. Marceline took the seat next to her, and looked at the menu options.
"Woah, offering to pay for a round? I'd say you're either really bored, or you're trying to get into someone's pants," she smirked, tips of her fangs peeking through the top.
"By the way, I'm just joking. I'm Marceline, and" she turned towards the bartender, and motioned him over, "I'd like what she's having, please."