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55: Prama

Chapter Fifty-Five: Prama

Marshall Lee was going to ruin prom.

There wasn't, at all, a single doubt in Marceline's mind that he would do it. It was inevitable. For the time being, she sat at a table alone like he had told her to, cooling her heels and wondering just what in the world he could be doing right now. She took a gander around and found herself thinking about Bonnibel, who unsurprisingly did not attend tonight's formal dance.

Meanwhile, Marshall had just turned invisible, and he was silently making his way to the little station, where the source of the music was. He sneaked up on the DJ, lightly tapping him on the shoulder. The DJ whirled around but saw nothing then went back to his remix. Unforeseeably, he was smacked hardly on the back, causing him to stagger forward at the sudden impact.

"What the f-"

From behind, the invisible vampire put the DJ in a sleeper hold on the spot, squeezing the sides of his neck using his arms with all his might. The DJ struggled for a moment before eventually fading out due to the cutoff of oxygen to his brain. Then his unconscious being was dropped onto the floor, out of sight.

The music slowed down, and a slow jam began playing. The crowd quickly assembled into a flurry of partners, some of them talking, some silently swaying while the stragglers wandered around the dance floor, looking for someone to dance with. Marceline propped her elbow on the table and rested her cheek on her hand, watching the scene boredly. A while later, Marshall appeared in front of her with a smirk on his face.

She finally stood up upon his presence after she'd been waiting for quite some time. "Where were you?"

"I've been around." he simply replied, adjusting his tie then leading her to the dance floor.

Marshall took Marceline's hand in his, his other hand going around her waist as he pulled her close. She bent her arm, placing her hand above his shoulder blade and resting her chin on top of his shoulder, her mouth right next to his ear. They were both so proximate. Their torsos, legs and hips, everything completely lined up perfectly. He began moving in small little circles, teetering from side to side.

For a while they didn't say anything. She just closed her eyes and took in his smell and the feel of his hair against her face, knowing in two minutes the song would be over. He tilted his head and kissed her neck softly and gently, letting go of her hand for asecond to slowly move her hair out of the way, exposing her cool pale skin.

Out of the blue, there was an annoying high-pitched voice coming from some girl who was complaining loudly about something in utter disgust. Something about...a turd in the punch bowl. 'Ew's and 'yuck's resounded through the gym, causing Marshall to suppress a snicker and Marceline to widen her eyes at him, realizing straight off that he was the culprit.

"Gross." she simpered, to which he grinned wickedly then pulled her to the center of the dance floor.

"Follow my lead." he instructed, then started shaking his bum.

Marceline chuckled as she watched him in bemusement, his actions totally not in sync with the slow music. "Mars, what the plum are you doing?"

"C'mon, Marcy. Loosen up!" Marshall encouraged her and continued doing whatever he's doing, attracting attention to himself.

She laughed and he began what she guessed could be considered dancing in some foreign country. What he was doing with his body looked more like some sort of tribal exorcism ceremony than a dance, but she gaily joined him anyway, picking up her skirt a little and letting her feet mimic his spastic legs.

A space opened up around the two of them with many people staring, some gawking at their wild movements. A few of those who were out-there decided to join in while some rascally guys even pushed unsuspecting people into the mosh pit that the unconventional couple had started in the middle of the gym.

The stunned and confused DJ, who had just regained consciousness, was forced to hastily change the track to a fast tune this time when he noticed the chaos where the movers and shakers were at. It wasn't just jumping and fist pumping anymore because Marshall and Marceline made "dancing" even more violent than it's supposed to be, which was scowled upon in disapproval by most of the student crowd.

"Crap, I think I just punched someone in the face!" she shouted mirthfully against the loud music.

He chortled at her remark as they slammed into more bodies, him strategically standing right behind her so that no one could accidentally hurt her, almost like making a little protective bubble around her being. After a song of intense moshing, he tugged her outside into the cool night air.

"What?" Marceline asked rhetorically with a silly grin, panting a little from all the thrill and the feeling of her blood pumping.

"Just stay put and enjoy the show." Marshall quickly pecked her on the lips and winked mischievously before turning invisible and going back into the gym, leaving her outside to wait in excitement.

The vampire-demon flew above the crowd and landed on the floor at a particular corner. Without hesitance, he pulled down the small red lever which was attached to the wall. The sharp shrill of a fire alarm reverberated through the whole building, activating the sprinkler system. Water sprayed all over in the gym and whiny squalls filled the air as everyone ran helter-skelter, getting in each other's ways in the midst of trying to exit the building, some of them slipping and falling onto the floor in an embarrassing heap.

Marceline, who had caught all the action from outside, burst into laughter as she partially hid behind the concrete wall of the building. Within a matter of seconds, Marshall materialized next to her and they shared a high-five.

"I can't believe we just ruined prom for everyone." she said, beaming.

"I know, right?" he responded with a note of self-satisfaction in his voice while loosening his tie, knowing that he had just made the night memorable.