As Alice got up to refill their cups, Hatter couldn't help but notice a few guys' eyes lingering on her. Pitiful, Hatter thought.
A preppy looking pretty boy settled down next to him in Alice's seat. "That your girl?" He asked.
Hatter gave the guy a bitter look and said, "Yes, she is."
"Well, she's hot." The guy sneered. "I'd hit that."
And I'd like to hit you, Hatter thought. He liked this guy less and less. He was never really the jealous type; he knew that he could keep a lady interested. But the idea of guys looking at Alice in that disgusting way had him longing to wring the pretty boy's neck.
"You think maybe she'd…y'know…be up for a little-"
Hatter lost it. His right fist snaked out and connected with the guy's face, shattering his nose on impact.
"Hatter!" Alice called. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"You didn't hear what this pig was saying!" Hatter spat.
Alice leaned down to inspect the man's injuries and then turned back, "Dodo wasn't kidding when he called your fist a sledgehammer."
