Chapter Five: Madam Hatter:
The blonde woman smiled as her target approached her.
ï¿½Excuse me,ï¿½ Anna addressed her. Light gleamed across the womanï¿½s glasses.
ï¿½Yes, dear?ï¿½ she asked.
ï¿½Umï¿½ï¿½ Anna began. ï¿½You wanted to buy me a drink?ï¿½
ï¿½Take a seat,ï¿½ the other woman commanded with grace in her voice. Anna took a seat as if in a trance.
ï¿½Good,ï¿½ the blonde murmured. Her target got a good look at her. This ladyï¿½s wardrobe screamed Vegas showgirl with the dark blue corset and black miniskirt; the matching fishnets, high-heeled boots, and top hat completed her look. However, her face really startled Anna.
Itï¿½s Watari, she thought. As a womanï¿½ and the Mad Hatter?
ï¿½I know Iï¿½m pretty,ï¿½ the blonde said. ï¿½But you could just take a photo if youï¿½re going to stare at me all night.ï¿½ Anna quickly shook her head as she snapped out of it.
ï¿½Oh,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Sorry, you just reminded me of someone else.ï¿½
ï¿½Do I?ï¿½ the woman asked.
ï¿½Yeah,ï¿½ Anna said. The blonde chuckled at her response.
ï¿½I get that a lot,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Say, what might your name be?ï¿½
ï¿½Anna,ï¿½ her target answered. ï¿½And you are?ï¿½ The blond grinned as a gleam flashed over her glasses.
ï¿½They call me the Mad Hatter,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Well, Madam Hatter.ï¿½ Anna nervously giggled.
Figured as much, she thought. ï¿½Listen,ï¿½ she spoke up. ï¿½You said you know how I could get home.ï¿½
ï¿½Yes,ï¿½ the Mad Hatter said.
ï¿½Well, how?ï¿½ Anna asked. The blonde put up her hand.
ï¿½Hold on,ï¿½ she told her. ï¿½Whatï¿½s the rush? The nightï¿½s still young. Weï¿½ve got plenty of time.ï¿½ Anna didnï¿½t like where this was heading. It feels like a scam, she thought. The Mad Hatter stuck up her hand.
ï¿½Bar tender,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½Two drinks, please?ï¿½ The bar tender nodded and got to work. Anna focused on the Mad Hatter.
ï¿½Um,ï¿½ she said, ï¿½I want to know something.ï¿½
ï¿½Yes, dear?ï¿½ she asked. Anna tilted her head at her.
ï¿½What do you mean?ï¿½
ï¿½Why help me at all?ï¿½ Anna asked. ï¿½I mean, you just met me and all.ï¿½ The Hatter gave her a little smile.
ï¿½Oh,ï¿½ she replied, ï¿½Letï¿½s just say Iï¿½m a sucker for a damsel in distress.ï¿½
ï¿½But how do you know Iï¿½m a damsel in distress?ï¿½
ï¿½Word travels fast,ï¿½ Watariï¿½s feminine counterpart said.
ï¿½Right,ï¿½ Anna muttered. This sounded rather convenient in this case. Canï¿½t be too open around this lady, she thought. The bar tender came back with their drinks.
On the other side of the bar, violet eyes watched them. The owner had a bad feeling about this situation, too. However, she couldnï¿½t interfere. It wasnï¿½t time just yet. For now, she could only watch, follow, and guide. Her stomach turned as she eyed Madam Hatter; for she knew what she was capable of.
Be careful, Anna-chan, the violet-eyed woman thought.
The mad Hatter looked down and noticed Annaï¿½s aquamarine and black pearl ring.
ï¿½Thatï¿½s a pretty ring,ï¿½ she said. Anna looked at her own hand.
ï¿½Thanks,ï¿½ she said. ï¿½My husband gave it me.ï¿½ A glint appeared in the Mad Hatterï¿½s eye.
ï¿½Why yes,ï¿½ Anna answered. The Mad Hatter eyed her closely.
ï¿½For how long?ï¿½ she inquired.
ï¿½Six months tomorrow.ï¿½
ï¿½A newlywed, huh?ï¿½ Watariï¿½s counterpart asked. ï¿½Interesting.ï¿½ Her plot spun into action quicker than she plotted. Annaï¿½s stomach grumbled. She let out a small chuckle.
ï¿½I suppose youï¿½re hungry too, huh?ï¿½ the Hatter asked. ï¿½When was the last time you ate?ï¿½
ï¿½Morning,ï¿½ Anna answered sheepishly.
ï¿½Damn,ï¿½ the other woman said. ï¿½Well, come by my place. I have plenty to eat.ï¿½ Anna looked rather uncertain about the idea.
ï¿½This late?ï¿½ she asked. ï¿½But I donï¿½t really know you.ï¿½ The Hatter put her arm around her targetï¿½s shoulders and hugged tightly.
ï¿½Itï¿½s fine!ï¿½ she said. ï¿½I have plenty to eat. Besidesï¿½ï¿½ She leaned in close to Annaï¿½s ear. ï¿½I can help you get home to your husband.ï¿½ Anna bit her lower lip. Despite this possibly being a trap, Anna did need to get home. She lowered her eyes nervously.
ï¿½And you really mean this?ï¿½ she asked.
ï¿½Of course,ï¿½ the Hatter insisted.
ï¿½You wonï¿½t do anything weird?ï¿½
ï¿½I promise,ï¿½ the blonde pressed. ï¿½Now, letï¿½s go!ï¿½ She hurried out of the bar before Anna had the chance argue. The bar tender shook her head as they left. She nudged her head toward the pair of violet eyes. The owner leapt to her feet.
Oh, right! I have to go after her! She paid her tab and raced out the door after Anna and Madam Hatter.