Our antihero was busy taking a very nice, long walk around his favorite part of Twilight Town. He fully intended to enjoy it because as soon as Xemnas realized he had left, he would be grounded to the World That Never Was for the next six months.
He passed a group of teens hanging out under by the station. One of them looked at him curiously, but Axel just speed right by. Part of the reason why he wanted to take this walk was to avoid talking to the many idiots in the world.
Axel made a sudden, and rather random, decision to get out of the main town and into the woods. He turned and walked, almost ran, in that direction, knocking over a short, chubby boy in a red jersey along the way.
The woods were utterly silent. There weren't even any birds chirping or wind blowing. It was all rather unnerving, or would have been if Nobodies were capable of getting scared. Axel, instead, leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. It would be nice to take a nap right there.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and a high laugh. Axel squinted out one eye. There was a pause, and someone appeared stumbling down the path. Two somebodies, actually. A thin, medium-height somebody and a short, round somebody. The short, round somebody collapsed behind some bushes, but the thin, medium-height somebody continued down the path.
The somebody was close enough for Axel to determine them being a she with long blond hair and a rather drunken air.
She caught sight of him. "Hey, Axel!"
Her voice sounded familiar. Axel frowned before remembering. "Sparky?"
She hiccupped.
Axel stood straight and folded his arms. "Are you drunk?"
"I don't know…." She sat down on the road and grinned at him. "Am I?"
Those were stupid questions, Axel's and Sparky's. Of course she was drunk. Only an idiot would doubt that. "You are very drunk, Sparky. How much have you been drinking?"
She flopped onto the ground. "Dunno. A lot?"
Another question would be what had she been drinking, and whether she had any left, but Axel decided she probably wouldn't remember the answer to those ones either.
"How does your hair stand up like that?" Shoshanah wondered, staring cross-eyed at him.
That was a question one could ignore, and one Axel did ignore. "Is Diz staying here now? And don't say you don't know. Got it memorized?"
She struggled to her feet. "I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Hmm. Well, throw up over there," he said, gesturing to a place far away and hidden.
Shoshanah nodded, trying to look serious but failing miserably. She fell forward, nearly landing on Axel.
Axel jumped back. "What is it with you and falling on top of me?"
"Maybe I just love you," she hiccupped.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Axel shook his head, amused. "Never mind. I'm leaving. See ya, Sparky."
"I thought we're supposed to fight."
"You're in no condition to fight, sweetheart."
Shoshanah let out a high-pitched giggle. "You called me 'sweetheart!'"
"Brilliant observation. Now, go find Diz and let him take care of you. I think you need it."
"Diz passed out." Shoshanah began to dance.
"Then Wally…."
"Wally passed out over there," she gestured to the short, round man behind the bushes, and then continued with her improv dance.
"Is there anyone who hasn't passed out, Sparky?" Axel asked. Maybe he should tell Xemnas all their enemies were out drunk.
"Riku didn't drink, because he's too young." She hiccupped and spun around. "This is fun! Wanna join?" She held out a hand.
Axel watched her sway back and forth. "I don't dance. Demyx dances; I don't. And you're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up."
"Don't be a killjoy," Shoshanah giggled. "Come on; it's fun!" Her legs buckled briefly, but she managed to regain her balance.
He grinned. "Thanks for offering, but I don't want to ruin my killjoy status."
She grinned back, and fell on her rear.
"Hey, Axel. Is this a bad time?"
Axel turned. Demyx stood behind him, looking after confusedly at Shoshanah.
"Who's that?" He asked.
"Demyx, Sparky. Sparky, Demyx."
Clearly, that name triggered something in Shoshanah's currently muddled mind. "Demyx!" She cried, grabbing his hand. "Let's dance!"
Demyx shrieked. "No! No! Xemnas wanted…no, really, I don't…."
"Axel says you dance," Shoshanah protested.
"But I can't…."
Axel took pity on the struggling couple. He pried Shoshanah's hand off of Demyx's arm. "Leave the poor guy alone, Sparky. What'd Xemnas want, Demyx?"
Demyx moved back behind him. "He says if you don't get back this instant, he'll increase your punishment ten times seven, whatever that means."
"It means seventy times, Demyx. Do that math." Axel put an arm around Demyx's shoulders. "Tell Xemnas to give me…ten, fifteen more minutes. He won't be disappointed." Lowering his voice, he added, "She works for Diz."
"I know that," Demyx said, shrugging Axel's arm off. "Well, it's your neck, not mine." He warped away.
Axel turned his attention back to Shoshanah. "So, Sparky, tell me: how's things working with Diz?"
She smiled crookedly. "Great! How's the Organization?"
"Oh, fabulous." He reached out a hand to steady her when she nearly fell into him again. "Got any fun plans?"
"Not really," Shoshanah hiccupped. "We just came here 'cause Diz wants to meet someone here. Dunno who—I getta fix up the mansion. What're you doing lately?"
The chances of her remembering what he'd say were slim, but Axel decided against taking any chances. "Oh, nothing important. I'm sure what you've got to say is much more interesting." He didn't exactly like taking advantage of Sparky in her drunken state, but it was an almost guaranteed way out of punishment when he told Xemnas everything.
"Riku doesn't drink," Sparky said randomly. "Wanna dance?"
"Nah, I gotta go. Listen, Sparky, it was great talking to you. I'll see you later."
Shoshanah hiccupped again, and nodded. "Bye-bye, Axel!" She giggled. "You have a really funny name! Axel, Axel, Axel!"
That was our antihero's cue to leave.