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Reginald knocked on the door in front of him hesitantly, shifting uneasily on his feet as he waited for the door to be answered.
"What do you want?" a voice asked, hostility evident. The door opened only a crack, allowing one brown eye to be seen.
"Well, since you asked...Alice and I need somewhere to stay this weekend and we were wondering if we could use your upstairs. I mean, it's not like you live in it anymore or anything!" he rushed to spit all the words out correctly, barely managing to do so.
"...Why?"
"A bribe gone horribly wrong."
"Ahh...Hare, I take it?" Reginald only nodded, almost clapping with delight as the door swung fully open and he was pulled inside.
"You do realize that there's only one room, right?" Wendy crossed her arms over her chest, stubborn curls pulled into a bun.
"Yes, of course! But why does it matter, we are engaged!" he ranted, not seeming to realize that Wendy really didn't care what their formal arrangement was, as long as only one mattress was all right with them.
"And Alice is all right with having to share sleeping space?" She had to make sure.
"Why wouldn't she? I mean, she certainly didn't the other night," he told her in a conspiritorial whisper, winking.
Wendy only rolled her eyes and handed him her spare key. "Peter promised me a night out Friday night, so it'll be just you two for at least a few hours," she told him, shooing him back outside.
"What about--" He raised one finger as if raising a point, stopping when the door shut in his stunned face. "Well, that was easier than I thought it would be!" he announced to the empty street proudly as he set off for home and his temperamental girl.
Hatter's
Alice was slamming the lid of her suitcase closed when Reggie arrived home that evening, as it was Thursday and they had to be gone by tomorrow at three p.m., as per the bribe's restrictions. "Ludicrous!" she muttered angrily, scooping up her toiletries and shoving them into a bag as well.
"Alice?" Reginald entered her room cautiously, holding a key between them like an olive branch.
"What?"
He gulped, inching closer with the key in his hand still extended. "I got us somewhere to stay?" he offered.
"Really?" Alice whipped around, eyes wide in astonishment.
"Ye-yes?"
"Oh, Reggie!" she cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Surprised, he pulled back, staring down at her. "Alice?"
"Yes, darling?" she almost purred, eyes closed as she tucked her head under his chin. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around her back, freezing when he felt something protruding from her shoulder. It felt like...an arrow? Alarmed, he looked down and almost fainted. A sparkly pink suction cup arrow was stuck to her! He very slowly peeled it off and clenched his eyes shut in terror of what was about to happen. He felt Alice go stiff in his arms, unhooking hers and lowering her hands to his chest.
"W-What happened?" she asked, shaking her head as if trying to clear it.
He silently held the arrow up for her inspection, adding as he did, "It wasn't me!"
Unbeknownst to the couple, Peter Pan was sitting in her closet with the March Hare, grumbling as he handed Marchy the five Disney dollars he owed him for losing the bet. "Told you, he may be mad but he's sharp," March murmured.