Thread: Lost Time Is Never Found Again (Lotherio & darkangel76)

Somewhere between introductions and, well, introductions, the March Hare had wandered off the stage and was milling about while Bill began to deal cards again. Meanwhile the Hatter looked absolutely delighted, as if this was the most pleasant surprise that hed been expecting all along. The Black Sheep paused long enough to prop a rolled cigar into his mouth, whiling away at the keys as if nothing else was happening. Why, it the music werent so peppy, one may worry about him. There was the briefest of moments while when Alice looked into his eyes and he hers. The smile dampened ever so slightly, there was something, wasnt there. He missed her too was it? No, more, it wasnt his way, it was from way back wasnt it? Then, like a butterfly, the thought flittered away, hed had other thoughts on Alice since last hed seen her, but did he really see her or was she some imagination of his. Decidedly to make up his mind, he walked away from her, all the way around the table. Talking as he walked, Things could certainly not be any better now that youre here. Not really an answer to her question, a simple statement, he kept walking. Why I was just saying to Bill, it would be a treat should Alice join us for a game of cards. And do you know what Bill said, he grinned, Bill only dealing the cards, his eyes shifting to the recently dejected Blue Jay, but not saying anything. He said, we should just give up for dead should Alice not join us. Dead on Hatter, chirped Hare, Not to beat a dead horse, but tea with Alice But a look from the Hatter stopped the canary, or Hare as the case might be. He stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, Well, youre just being dead weight now arent you Hare. Something in the way they played at the word dead, as if it were just a silly rhyming game really but the look between them would of left a gravedigger dead cold. Ah, but this was joyous, he picked up his pace again, working his way around the table. No, no, he said, happy as a clam then, The point is that the conversation died but Alice would breathe life into it, wasnt that it? Then he was behind Alice and bending close to her ear, his voice only for her, soft, Ive dreamt of you and then like a dream you walked into my life. Funny sort of reoccurrence, that, I dont know if it would be a nightmare or, and this time very close, his lips so near her ear, A dream come true. Then he found his seat as if hed been there all along, grabbing his cards and rifling through them to get them in order, one card giving him the hardest time, ready to nearly jump out of his hand. Then with an elbow on the table, he looked at Alice curiously, Oh do tell, you missed me Do tell. You know what to do. Start and the beginning and The Hare put a hand on the table too, such that the Hatter was between Alice and the Hare, chiming in, And when you come to the . Though when the hand landed, the Hatter adjusted his sleeve such that he found a knife, which he dropped planted on the table as if to play 5-finger filet with the Hare, at least thats how close it came down and caused the Hare to pause. She knows, quipped the Hatter as if nothing had happened. The Hare stalked off, Its always about you, isnt it, this is a boring party anyways. And so on while leaving the rest to their game of cards. Hatter was still looking at Alice with a smile, curious how much he may have been missed perhaps.