VAGUELY OPIUM.
(Hard to swallow,
Impossible to resist.)
Laugh.
Laugh. Laugh. Laugh.
The air is thick with will-o-whisps laced with opium. It makes the Hatter feel silly and stupid.
He offers the table another round of tea, which they all accept, with mouths agape.
The Hatter then asks if they would like a platter of 'U', on the side. 'It is, afterall, the next letter in the alphabet!'
O, how they laugh. He laughs too, it sickens him.
He always despised parties.
He watch the guests sins unfold infront of his face: gluttony, greed, lust, pride..
He wonders how they aren't tremedously embarrassed to show themselves to him.
Holding themselves out in the open like freshly-shed skin...
He finds them disgusting creatures.
As he sips his (proper doseage) tea, he finds that it has gotten quite cold, and pours himself another steaming cup. The liquid dances inside the cup, while skeleton heads sing transparently to him from the steam. His heads spins as colors reflect off the china and paint him phantasmagoric pictures.
Maybe this party wasn't so bad, afterall...
He whispers to his old chum, Hare. Who was busy jamming jelly biscuits into a teapot, so the Dormouse may enjoy them later, he tells him, "I fear that this party has gotten to our heads, as well as heads of our guests..."
He watches the Hare stare across the table.
The empty table.
The Hare laughs, taking a bit out of a Bojum tart. "Why, Hatter, I think you may be right!"
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Author's note: I hope I got the message across, there was no party. And no guests, sans The Hatter, Hare and Dormie. They were all delusions. Halucinations caused by the opium. Hope it wasn't too silly.