AT: (Love Drunk Heroine) 4

Chapter 4 – HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED? (If we met?)

A stranger, probably taller than her, is seating beside her. He is wearing a white polo, buttoned up to his collar with a black bowtie around it. Wearing an unbuttoned black winter coat, which its collar haven’t folded down, hiding his neck. He is also wearing tuxedo pants, white socks that creep over his ankles, and white sneakers in his feet. He also wears a white pair of gloves, a white mask that covers all of his face, and a big black hat right on top of his head, no hair was sticking out.

“You still don’t drink son” Tree Trunks joked, while putting some cocktail drinks to the tall glass.

“Yeah, Tree Trunks. I don’t really like drinking those stuff” the stranger answered.While tree trunks went to fill other’s orders, Fionna screamed.

“Oh Glob! WHAT THE MATH IS WRONG WITH YOUR FACE!!!?”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE GLOBBIT IS IT?! WHAT?!” the stranger panicky asked.

The stranger realized something, it was his mask, which is basically white and only have holes big enough for his eyes. “I shouldn’t be surprised” he thought, “Probably from my clothes and all, I looked like some kind of a freak show”.

“Oh sorry sir!” he heard something. The stranger looked at the left and saw the heroine (with her puppy eyes) asking something. “I thought you are someone else, probably because of the lightning” Fionna said. “Sorry".

“It’s alright” the stranger replied. Suddenly he looked again and asked “Are you Fionna the Human? The Heroine of the Land of OOO?”

“Yup! Wait.” She paused. “How did you know me? And who the heck are you?” she asked, surprised how a stranger knew her name. “I am that famous?” she thought.
“Well…I” the stranger paused for the moment, thinking how he would introduce himself. Should he do it cockily, formally, or just saying “Hi! My name is…” while offering his hand to the Heroine. He’s too nervous of how he should act when Tree Trunks suddenly appeared.

“Ah! There you are!” Tree Trunks greeted the stranger. “Fionna, I’d like you to meet the Dark Dreamer; the lead singer in the band. He’s the one I’ve been talking to you about.” The old bartender said, introducing the stranger to Fionna.

“Great! Saved by Tree Trunks. thanks!” The Dark Dreamer thought, grateful of the old bartender’s actions.

“Nice to meet you, Dark Dreamer” Fionna said, offering her hands for a handshake.

“Nice to meet you too, Fionna the Human” the Dark Dreamer greeted. Fionna reached her hand to his, and made a handshake. She noticed something from this stranger she just met.

First of all, she noticed his hands. They’re quite cold, like Marshall’s, yet it’s kind of comfy, like FP’s hand. She noticed also his attitude, quite shy and secretive, yet seemingly a happy-go-lucky guy when she thought of it. And finally, when she look up to his face, she something that caught her eyes.

It’s the stranger’s eyes.

Although she could hardly see it, when the bar lights shone to those, her mind began to wonder. What it could be? ” Were his eyes purple? Or maybe blue? Or might be red?” she thought. And the way he stared to her, she felt that they knew each other before. His eyes, so intense and serious, but underneath of it is his innocence and calm.
She swore to herself that she saw those eyes before, even they just met. But the bar lights make the Dreamer’s appearance more and more familiar.

But how it could be possible?

The awkward silence between them, were filled with noise around the club.  As more and more people went to the dance floor and dancing the night away, singing in groups, and drinking non-stop, Fionna kept staring at him, making the Dreamer felt uneasy.

While her mind flies, she didn’t notice the Dreamer’s voice.

“Is there something wrong Fionna?” he asked, wondering why she kept staring at him. “Oh, sorry about that” she replied; while slowly turn her head away from his gaze. “That was embarrassing” she ruefully thought, thinking that she looked like an idiot from that.

“Really, is there something that bothers you?” the Dark Dreamer keeps asking. “Is just that…” she mumbled, still not meeting his gaze.

“You still didn’t answer my question yet!” Fionna quickly replied.

“What is it?” the Dreamer innocently asked.

“How did you know about me?” Fionna asked.

“Well I’m a traveler here; I’ve heard about your stories and actions from these folks” the Dreamer lied.

“I already know about you, Fionna” his thoughts said all loud in his mind, but he ignored that. While brushing these thoughts away, Fionna asked again: “Do you come to this place every time?”

“I only come to this place when I want to.” He replied, looking away from her eyes.
“How about you? How did you come here?” he asked, curious about the appearance of the heroine.

“Oh great!” She thought ruefully, “Am I the only one who didn’t know this place?” she thought, annoyed when people keep reminding her about that.“I’m just walking around, trying to forget some things.  Then suddenly the rain comes, and I found this place out of nowhere.” She told him.

“Well, that’s sounds… believable” the Dreamer replied, having no better words to tell her how surprising it is.

“What do you mean believable?” Fionna asked. “Well, just that…” He stammered, like he’s being caught in act. “You…”

“I’m what?” Fionna angrily asked, while her fist clenched, ready to punch the guy in his face, no matter who he is. “Well…” the dreamer replied. “WHAT!” Fionna shouted back.

The Dreamer senses that Fionna is pissed off, big time. He tried to think some reasons to escape from the possible fight, but finally he spoke. “You always go with Cake, or that Marshall Lee, or even… even that Flame Prince!” he shouted, while spreading his arms wide, trying to make a point. “Or anyone when you go to some places! And you don’t go alone unless you’re lonely!” he exclaimed, surprised of what he just said.

Fionna gasped, getting more and more suspicious about the Dreamer’s identity. Seeing her face like that, the Stranger can’t help but blame himself. “Oh Math!” he shouted on his thoughts, while imagining himself face palming. “I’m such an idiot!” he thought, “This is the most stupid thing that I’ve done!”

“How…” Fionna speak, “No! I’m sorry about that!” the dreamer quickly answered, hoping that she would not yank him out and kick his butt. “How…did…you…know…that?” She asked him, surprised of what he said.

“Well…I’m…I always…” he replied slowly, trying to calm her down. “…hear you with… those guys… together… from these people…” he continued. When he finished, Fionna paused for a moment. Then suddenly, she raise her clenched fist, get his collar, and shouted “WHY YOU!!!!!” .When she is about to punch him, he shielded his head with his arms and shouted:

“ DON’T KILL ME PLEASE!!!”