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

Oh what a world, at this stage in the game, the Black Sheep stroked the ivories to such a lively tune and still the world seemed quite dead. Why, this was the Purr Tea Saloon, liveliest joint this side of that way. Everyone was here, really, at least everyone that was anyone as far as that went. The March Hare danced a lively jig, showing legs and keeping them entertained. Little Bill was here, dishing cards even, as the stakes mounted. Still, thought the Hatter to himself, its all dead, theyre all dead. None real, not anymore. Except maybe the Hare, but even as he danced his fingers along the long polished bar, over the inebriated Door Mouse, the Hare followed like a puppet on the stage. No, this wouldnt do. Something was missing, he would have to change it all again. Oh sure, they would gripe, moan, complain, cajole, sing, and play, but in the end, it would be his way. But it wasnt always, was it. There were her ways, then byways, than it was cut both ways but no two ways about that, so there was a parting of the ways, or more so one way mended which is to say it was ended and hence, hed come quite a ways. But, which way was he going? Not that it mattered, so long as he went. His smile wasnt even sure which ways to tend, up ways or down ways, but sideways was best. Something was missing, he glared at the March Hare, shed come a long ways. He suspected it all along, he being really a she. Why, hed dare say she was attractive now that hed shown her the way. Curses though, she still wouldnt tell him what he wanted to know. It didnt matter. Somewhere in all this, his fingers had wandered the bar and along the rim, then down under and between his legs. Curious, something growing of its own ways there. It were like a lantern in the dark, something was signaling, something new was on the air. No, not new, something old was it. It was one Time or another perhaps, curse that Hare, ever since then, why there was no Time was there. A dream or a memory. It was like Alice? To his feet, his wandering fingers forgotten, he left the bar and his stool let the Door Mouse lie. This place needed a pick me up, certainly, for she was coming, there was no two ways about that either, for everything was this way, in the end. He straightened his bowler, adjusted his arm garters, replaced any cards up his sleeves and took a seat with Bill, hed be at cards like nobodies business, yes, everyone loved a good round of cards, why who knows, maybe theyd let him cut the cards. That would be absolutely delightful. So, there he was, concentrating on his cards, then he wasnt sure so much. Something was hidden from him here, this wasnt right. Lost in thought it was then she came into the casinosaloon and he wasnt sure so much, not any more. Was he waiting for her, or she for him. But he stood, thats what one did for guests, he stood and sent some cards spilling, he may have had a good hand, but it was lost in the shuffle as some spilled onto the floor. Oh, this is a treat, he exclaimed, Do come in, we saved you a seat this time. With some effort, he shot a foot out behind him, toppling a blue jay in a dusty old hat, such that there was now a seat available. With half a giggle, he shook his head as if to hush a baby and bent over to scoop up the chair, offering it, best of gentleman like even.