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 five*~

It was the moment of truth. Miranda, Leo, Mick, and Lisa had already gotten into the club. They had to check Lisa and Leo's i.d. She walked right past the bouncer and prayed it was the same one as always. It wasn't. But, he must of thought she looked 21 because he didn't ask to see her i.d.

Everyone else got in too, without having to get their i.d.'s checked. Alice was giddy with excitement from not getting caught. She turned around and kissed Clark on the lips. She slipped her tongue in his mouth, and couldn't bring herself to stop frenching him. He was an awfully good kisser. She realized that Clark's friends were leaving without them, so she pulled back and just smiled at him.

They found a table and sat down. Alice ordered a virgin margarita. She normally would have just gotten an alcoholic margarita, but she had had 3 wine coolers before coming here, and she didn't want to wake up hung over. She had only experienced being hung over once, and she hadn't liked it. She noticed Michelle and Miranda sneering at her, probably because of the "virgin" part of the margarita. They both ordered martinis with umbrellas in them.

They were whispering about her. Alice heard Michelle mention "Alice" and "Slut." Then she heard Miranda say, "And what's up with the virgin margarita? We both know the first word defiantly does not apply to her."

Alice was mad. "Excuse me, Miranda. I think you need to go back to preschool and learn how to whisper properly. When you talk in a normal voice about somebody sitting right next to you, they're bound to hear what your saying. Michelle did better, but not much. I still heard her call me a slut."

Everyone at the table stared at Alice. Finally, Lisa spoke up. "Ummm.No offense Alice but you treat yourself, as a woman, badly. You let yourself be controlled by men. Those shoes can't be very comfortable and that dress is a little short. I agree with them. Slut is just a mean way of putting it."

Alice stared at her. "How do you know that I dress for men. I mean, let's think about this. My mother is a very famous actress. What if I dress for her? She has an outfit almost exactly like this except in navy. I also have a sister Lucy. She used to pick out my outfits when I was little. She loved this blue dress with a white apron. I hated it, but I wore it because I knew it was her favorite outfit of mine. I might dress for her too. The point is, Lisa, you don't know me, and neither does Michelle or Miranda." Then Alice got up and left.

She heard Clark calling her name. She started to run. She wasn't mad at him, but she didn't want him to see her crying. Also, there was a good chance that her tear streaked face would get back to Michelle and Miranda if anyone saw her. She didn't want them to know that they had broken her.

She realized that she didn't have a car. She could call a taxi, but Clark was right behind her, and he was sure to see her or make her talk to him if she waited for a taxi. She decided to walk.

Clark ran to catch up with her. "Alice. They're jealous, don't let them get to you."

"I already did. I'm calling my mom's chauffer to come pick me up. She's at my aunt's house because my great grandma died and I think she's staying the night there. You can go back inside. I'll call you, okay? We can go on a date without them."

"I'll wait outside with you."

Alice called her mom and her mom's chauffer. She talked with Clark about his family (he had 2 sisters, one 21 and one 19) and pets (one dog named Mitzi and a bunch of saltwater fish) until Gregory came to pick her up.