Alice sipped gingerly from the cup placed before her. It wasn't bad, she reasoned, and took another sip. Never mind. It wasn't bad. It was awful. Note to Self: Green tea, black tea, three spoonfuls of sugar, and a large amount of questionable milk added and mixed does not make delicious drink.
"You're wet." The blonde one said. The statement hung in the air.
Nothing happened for a moment. Several more moments passed, all of which contained the same as the first; that is to say, they all contained nothing.
"Yes. I am." Alice said, and peered into her cup. This was really getting her nowhere.
"Would you like more sugar?" The third person finally spoke. His voice startled Alice, much in the way that the voice of a stranger always startles you. It was high pitched, and airy.
"Thank you for the offer, but, I'm- I'm quite alright." Alice stuttered. She had been doing this a lot lately.
"Tea?" The second person pushed the third onto the floor, where he remained sprawled. He batted his eyes a little bit, which made Alice squirm very uncomfortably.
"She doesn't want any!" The blonde one exclaimed, and pushed the second one onto the floor to accompany the third. He proceeded to grab a fresh saucer and cup, pour tea from an elaborate tea-vessel of sorts, and placed it before Alice. He promptly grabbed the old cup from Alice's hand, and splashed its contents upon his two companions.
"You're mad! You're all mad!" Alice said, and rose from her chair.
"Not mad, never mad! Maddox Louis Hatcher. And yourself, poppet?" He extended hand toward her, and Alice took it uncertainly.
"Alice." She responded, as he shook her arm.
"Jus' Alice?"
"Just Alice."
"Well, Jus' Alice, I'd like to fully apologize for the ungentlemanly behavior of those two arses."
"Apology accepted!" Cried the shrill voice of the third one.
Alice didn't know if she should laugh or not. She chose to add six more sugar cubes to her tea, sit down, and appreciate her present company.
