This story is an aftermath of a more modern Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. The characters are not mine.they are Lewis Carroll's. Oh, and thanks for all the reviews. They make me want to write faster!

~*ChApTeR fOuR*~

It was 7:00 on a Saturday night. Her father had gone back to work. Her mother was at her sister Rose's house. Lucy was on a date with Dave. The cook was making her some manicotti, which was one of her favorite dishes. Alice was watching Cupid. She knew it was totally pathetic to be watching a love reality show alone on a Saturday night, but she didn't really have any other options. She was thinking about how hot the one with the curly blonde hair was (but, she decided, not as hot as Clark), when she had another of her dreams.

She was talking to an egg. Humpty Dumpty, to be exact, from the childhood rhyme. He fell, and got yolk all over her beautiful loafers, which had been her favorite when she was 12. Suddenly, a bunch of guys on knights were surrounding her. One of them picked her up, plopped him on his horse, and started to gallop away. They didn't stop until they were at a beautiful castle.

Then she heard someone calling her name. The voice sounded scared. She opened her eyes. There was Michelangelo, their Italian cook. He said, "Good, you're awake. Your manicotti is done." He didn't seem very concerned. But, she countered, that was one of the jobs of working for the Humphrey family. Stay out of it.

She went into the kitchen, and started to eat her food. It was really good. She was getting pretty full when the phone rang. "I'll get it," she screamed, out of habit. Not that there was anyone else around who could get it. "Hello?" she asked.

"Hi," said a boy. "This is Clark. Is this Alice?"

Clark! "Yep."

"Oh, hey. Leo, Miranda, Jake, Michelle, Mick, some friend of his, and I are going out dancing. I was wondering if you wanted to come."

"That sounds great! Do you want to meet me there, pick me up, or have me pick you up?"

"We don't really know where we're going yet. Jake has a humongous van, which everyone is going in. If you give us directions to your house, we can pick you up."

"Okay, that sounds good. Do you know where Beverly Hills is?"

"Uh, of course. Do you live near there?"

"No, I live in Beverly Hills, in the Platinum Apartment Complex. Take the elevator up to the penthouse. Ring the doorbell. I'll come."

"Where's the Platinum Apartment Complex?"

"Just take the main road and you'll run right into it."

"Okay. See you in a little bit."

"See you. Bye." She hung up. She had to get ready, and fast. Luckily, she'd already taken a shower and blow-dried her hair. The hard part would be what to wear. She thought about it and then it came to her.

She put on a shiny gold dress from Sonia Rykiel that had been custom made for her. It V-necked low and tied together on the side. It looked like a mini trench coat in shiny gold. Except a lot shorter. Alice didn't mind. She had very long legs, perfect for showing off. She put on her black heels from Versace and brushed her hair so it shined and straightened. A little gold eye shadow, some bronzing beads, and a hot black beret on her head, and then she declared herself sexy.

Just in time too. She heard the doorbell ring. (She had already told the doorman she was expecting someone, so he didn't have to call to see if it was all right to send him up.) She opened the door and there was Clark.

"Hey," she said lazily.

"Hey. You look.great."

"Thanks. You look great too." They started walking to the elevator.

"I have to warn you about the girl Mick decided to bring. Her name is Lisa and she's a little strange."

"How so?" Now they were in the elevator, going down.

"Well, I'll start with her outfit. It's pastel purple and green swirls and is long sleeved and long skirted, even though it's almost summer. She's really into women's rights and stuff. You could call her a modern hippie."

Alice started laughing. "Are you serious?"

"Sadly, yes." They now had reached the van. Clark opened the door and climbed in. There were no seats, and the floor looked dirty, so Alice plopped herself in Clark's lap.

She whispered to him, "Just tell me when I get to heavy."

He whispered back, "I don't think that's going to happen."

They talked and laughed the whole way there about Jake's crazy driving. When they got there (there, Alice realized, was this super bar/dancing club called Ruby's), Alice realized she had forgotten her fake i.d. Shit! She thought. As she was climbing out of the van, she prayed to the god of dancing clubs that he would not make his bouncers check her i.d.