Hi there! :) It's me... again! I wrote this last night... But I'm uploading it now. Please tell me what you think!
Alice stumbled into the coffeehouse. She was undeniably lost.
Her raincoat was dripping wet, and her yellow hair was pulled into a sloppy (and soaking wet) bun atop her head. She removed her coat and placed it on a hook by the door, and squeezed the excess water from her hair.
"Hello there?" Alice asked timidly. There was nobody at the front counter. She glanced into the kitchen area. The stove was crowded with whistling teapots. "Hello?" Alice called again, stepping behind the counter to peek her head into the kitchen. "Is anybody here?" No reply.
Alice sighed. Now what? This was the only illuminated shop on the street, and she was not at all in the mood for walking anymore. She looked around the countertop to see if there was a note talking about the whereabouts of the workers. Nothing.
Another teapot let out a shrill whistle. "This is getting a little spooky." Alice muttered under her breath.
"Wassat?" A voice called out from behind her. Alice jumped.
"Hello?" Alice peered around the wall, and noticed a large table. Venturing another few steps closer, she saw that it was not, in fact, a single table, but rather comprised of several tables of varying height and length. At every possible free spot around the table, a chair (as randomly chosen as the tables) was pulled up, and at every place that there was a chair at (as well as some places where there were no chairs at all) there was an elaborate combination of poorly matched teacups and saucers.
Three people were seated (or rather, sprawled) around the table. Alice stared at them. Nobody made a move. 'They are all completely wasted.' Alice thought to herself. She pulled a chair out from the table and sat down.
"What choo doing?"
Alice jumped in her seat.
"I-I was j-just… I am just," Alice stuttered.
"Spit it out already!" The other figure said. The third figure still remained in a state of comatose.
"I'm lost." She finally managed to say.
"You look pretty found to me." The second figure said. Alice took a good look at him. 'Descriptive words… Paranoid.' (Then again, this word could have easily been used for all three of them.) He was jittery; which could be attributed to the amount of caffeinated drinks he had already consumed. His eyes darted around the table. First at Alice, then at his own teacup, then Alice once more, and then… the other one.
"Still doesn't explain why you're 'ere." The first person said. Alice looked at him. His white blonde hair (which was at least 13 ½ shades lighter than her own) stuck out around his head in varying angles. It formed a crooked halo of sorts. His eyes had deep circles under them. 'Seems like an insomniac to me.' And then, for that accent…
"Didn't choo 'ear me? You didn't answer me question."
"I need directions?" Alice said, phrasing it less like a statement, and more as a question.
The blonde shook his head no. "You could 'ave gone down the street for that."
Alice snorted in wild disbelief. Was he honestly asking this? He couldn't just cough up the directions so that she could leave?
"Since you're a pretty little thing, I'll give you go at it, shall I? Why are you 'ere?" His words were reminiscent of a carnival vendor. 'Step right up! Step right up! The greatest show on earth! See the man with the hair which defies gravity!'
"I…I like tea?" Alice ventured. She traced her finger around the empty rim of her mug, and looked into the blonde mans eyes. (They were emerald green.)
"THASSIT!" He cried. He jumped up from his seat, and clapped his hands together. He grabbed a teapot from the center of the makeshift banquet table and emptied its contents into Alice's mug. It only reached halfway. He grabbed another teapot and did the same. The tea was nearly overflowed from the cup, and spilled into the saucer.
The blonde-haired-emerald-green-eyes man chortled, and grabbed away Alice's mug and saucer. He removed the excess tea that was on the saucer by shaking it madly. Half of the tea soaked into the carpet, and the other half hit the table. He replaced the two before Alice, and gave her a grin. "We wouldn't want you to get burned, my lovely."
He pulled out the chair next to Alice and flopped into it. (He had no intention of returning to his previous seat.) He poured himself a cup of tea. Unlike the entire affair with Alice's tea, he poured exactly the right amount. He placed two sugar-cubes into the cup, and stirred.
"Let the tea-party begin!"
Well, thats it... for now. I've got an idea on how I want it to end, but I dont have any idea how I want the middle to be.
I dont know how many chapters I want to have in it. Please voice oppinions! (I'm thinking three for right now.)