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The dance was love-themed.
Red and pink tissue paper hearts were strategically superglued to every available surface, with sparkly sequins and glitter scattered across the tables and chairs so that whenever anybody paused from dancing to sit down they would instantly suffer an uncomfortable itching feeling.
Or at least, that was the plan. Axel mocked every last inch of the dance because that was what it was there for. Without all the destructive criticism and mockery, the dance might get a higher attendance rate and more people would boast about how totally awesome it was and how they saw so-and-so making out with Riku underneath the drinks table (which wouldn't have been a very wise thing to do anyway, as an awful lot of glitter was sprinkled under there).
He didn't want to listen to all the rumours and edited versions of events that had occurred beneath the seductive disco lights after high intakes of supposedly non-alcoholic punch. He didn't care about who passed out first, or who danced with who (although it was not so much dancing as it was a pack of gyrating bodies holding full glasses up in the air out of harm's way during the uncomfortably intimate partying).
Axel didn't give a damn about all the meaningless whatthefuckery that might be the topic of gossip for the weeks following the dance.
The love-themed dance.
He emptied another jar of glitter over some flimsy white chairs perched delicately around some collapsable tables on one side of the room. He smirked as he pictured them buckle beneath the unconcious body of a drunken teenager. Part of him wished he could go to the dance, if just to see that happen.
But he couldn't. Because the dance was love-themed.
He began loosening some screws on the collapsable legs of the drinks table. As it had to hold a vast variety of nibbles (cheese puffs, cheese puffs and more cheese puffs) and refreshments ("homemade" punch with soggy wrinkled lemons floating on the surface) rather than a few meagre paper cups or teenage elbows, the drinks table was longer and wider, and would create a much, much bigger impact come its demise.
For his next trick, Axel tugged out one of the pins from the long, heavy piece of red material covering up the events noticeboard (heaven forbid anyone should spot it and tack "rude notices" to the cork during a drunken, or even sober, stupor) and plunged it straight down the centre of a stack of paper cups. After studying both the top and the bottom cups of the pile, he was satisfied that he had pierced an unnoticable but still readily existant hole through the bases of all of them. He hoped steady rivulets of murky red punch managed to trickle through the escape routes and transform some traditional girly (meaning strapless, backless and virtually skirt-less) dresses into soggy wrecks, causing high-pitched outcries of "oh my god, you've ruined it, you bitch!"
Not that Axel was a bitch; if he had to be an animal he'd rather it was a shark, a giant bird with a pokey-pokey-pokey beak, or a dolphin, as they were the only other animals besides humans who participated in "the physical act of love" for more than just baby-making. Nor would he have ruined anything, as it was the party-goers' own faults if they chose to fill up the newly-punctured paper cups and wave them over their bodies on the way to their lips. And besides, he wouldn't even be there to take the blame, so the flabbergasted teens with "ruined" prom-wear would simply have to make do with using their nearest and dearest (or just complete strangers who happened to wander past) as scapegoats for their grief.
Axel folded his arms smugly across his chest. When Miss Gainsborough had put Axel in charge of decorating the hall for the dance, she had made a very good decision. She had asked him to make everything "brilliant". And brilliant it would be.
Even if it was love-themed.
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a/n: yay! this is my latest "great idea", which, if it is like the rest of my "great ideas", will turn out to be not-so-great. It should be a short-ish ficlet, meaning not too long, but not too short either. actually, if you really want to know, i have absolutely no idea how long it's going to be. so there you have it. enjoy!