Valentina Roberts, the boxer who didn't care what others had thought of her, and Marceline's former crush. The thought of trying to talk to her again was bringing back memories of the times where she was practically mute, but those days were behind her. She was more known for some small voice acting gigs every now and again, but what helped was that she had a knack for mixing and mastering music, which landed her a good amount of money when the person had a hit song. Not that she was one to brag about it, but Serena would every time just to for the sake of promoting her best friend, but she clenched her fists as she stood up from the booth. "Not a word, any of you. Especially you, Ser." She put up the air of confidence as she made her way to the bar, and luckily, she found an open seat beside the other girl that was nearly taken by a male who was pretty determined to get there instead to talk to a different girl. "Rum and Coke." Marcy was thankful that her voice didn't show any anxiety when it came to ordering the drink, and once she got it after giving her ID to confirm that she was of age, she downed a good amount before turning ever so slightly to look at Val for the first time in years.<br/><br/>Aside from a slightly crooked nose, it was still her, even if she was also wearing earrings as well.<br/><br/>"Everything's in full swing tonight, isn't it, Val?" Marceline turned to Valentina as she spoke, resting her arm on the bar for better stability as she took in the other woman's outfit. It was definitely unique to her, and she kept her hair shorter than she remembered it to be, and it worked on her compared to most other women who kept their hair that short. Smoothing out a few flyways on her flame colored hair, she was nearly tempted to bite her nails, but she resisted since they were not only short as it is, but they had the colors of her hair painted on them in acrylic gel nails that were the same as her hair for that specific reason. Of course, the woman didn't appear to recognize her with her hair being much different, and back in the day, she wore a lot of baggy sweatshirts over plain clothes in an attempt to hide how skinny she was, though this jacket she was wearing did a better job at showing the fact that she was really thin for her age despite every effort made to gain weight. "Let me guess, you don't recognize me, do you?" Giving a glance over to her friends, she saw Andrew give a nod of encouragement as Serena gave a quick thumbs up, but her eyes quickly returned to the woman she was talking to as she took more sips from her drink. As if from instinct, Marcy went to bite her nail on her right thumb, a nervous tick she never really got over since she was a notorious nail biter, and she quickly stopped once she felt the gel polish alongside realizing that Val had witnessed it, causing her face to heat up a few degrees.<br/><br/>If she didn't already regret her confidence bringing her to this exact spot, she did now.