#trickycheshirecat

Fourth set went off without a hitch. As she turned to follow the Hare and Hatter off stage the White Rabbit caught her eye-as he always did. Smiling while still keeping her zombie act up she made her way over to the teacup. Peeking over the top to see Nivens she giggled and said hello. Settling in to start a quick conversation as the Hatter said his goodbyes and Absolem left the stage she never would have guessed the Cat was still there. She most certainly would never had guessed what he would do just a few moments later...

The mouse panted lightly and groaned, “No Chess, not again. It hurts.” New choreography was all fine and dandy, but he just could NOT sink down into a proper split. They’d been at this all week and Mally didn’t feel that he was any closer to floor than the first time he had tried it.

Dinah smiled, caught between wakefulness and the desire to fall back asleep. She groped behind her for his arm, missing a few times due to tiredness, and brought it around her waist. “No, sleep," she said childishly. 

"Ugh." She put her hands on her face, yawning loudly. Her hair was a mess, and she tried to smooth it down. "No. I just woke up."

Tarrant suddenly felt himself being pushed against the wall by Chesh, wondering what had come over the cat to be attacking his neck. He stilled, not knowing if the man was actually attacking him or if he was attempting sexual. “Um Chesh, what are you doing?”

Dinah hissed as he shoved her against the wall, arching into him from the sting. Her nails scrabbled against his back, catching and pulling at his shirt. The scrap of fangs against her neck tore a groan from her, his name rolling off her lips like a prayer. “In the hallway then?”