I want to go a different direction with Queen of Hearts, so consider the original part 2 non-canon. However I will leave it up.
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It was at that moment, in the heart of the city, a mere mile away from Alanah's suburban home, where a group had settled. They had all met from their work. Tired, sore, coffee sloshing in their stomachs which kept them from sleep. Ross, the retailer of the group, podgy but kind in his face, had told them of a place where the drinks were cheap, but the women who served them were anything but. The Rabbit Hutch, he said it was called. He had boasted that he knew a girl who worked there, and she reaffirmed that, yes, all the girls were cute and wore playboy style bunny girl uniforms. It was all the other three needed to know to be on board.
Tim had been more worried than excited, he could practically see his friends frothing at the mouth to see some tits and ass confined to sexy uniforms, when women were involved the night usually became a contest to see who would leave first; and eventually, he would be there at the end of the night alone, out of choice rather than that of failed chat up lines.
"It'll help you get over that bitch" Ben had told him, as Tim removed his tie and unbuttoned his black work shirt to show the wisps of his chest hair. "One thing I've learnt? A nice body in something tight tends to help me forget all about an ex."
Tim had smiled and absentmindedly nodded. He had missed Erin, her smell, her dark hair and hispanic fire which overpowered his introverted, yet confident personality. Of course, Tim had not told his friends the reason why she left him. 'Sex with you, it starts to hurt after a while. And besides, our relationship hasn't been the same since you called me Alanah that one night.' Her words clung to him like a parasitic glue, eating away little by little, he hated it. Instead of admitting the reasons, he came up with a lie on the fly; "She said she didn't see a time where she'd like me for more than my body"
The others were disgusted, and, like most friends would, they kindly lied to his face about how they secretly all hated her. It was fine, Tim felt that his excuse was apt. He never saw a future with anyone he had met since his first. Perhaps it was for the better for her to leave him; at least she wouldn't be drunk texting him every week for the chance for a hookup, like a certain few women he had taken for a ride.
"No Claire tonight?" Wilf asked, disheartened over the thought that she stepped into the shadows whenever he was around.
"She's meeting a guy, someone she lost contact with or something." Tim clapped his friend on his wide back, of course there was never a time a friend of Tim's had a desperation for Claire. Wilf was just another notch for the gothic heartbreaker. He knew it turned her on.
As the foursome stepped up to The Rabbit Hutch, a strong purple neon bathed them, symbols of carrots and rabbits glowed brighter than the moon, flickering with an electric hum. The bouncer, who wore sunglasses to dampen the overbearing light had checked them over, frisked them, and stamped the backs of their hands with a glow-in-the-dark stamp, picturing a rabbit with a carrot in his lips, smoking it like a cigar. Underneath the character was the words "The Rabbit Hutch Admission: Please follow the correct harassment guidelines and keep your hands away from the waitresses."
"Alright, first round's on the richest." Ross boomed as they crowded around a small circular booth. Sitting brought the sweet smell through sprays which went off when customers and waitresses passed. Tim sighed, that meant he was paying. Being a low-level lawyer still had its perks; perks being a big wad of cash at the end of every month, at least, more than the others in their small party.
"Fine." He sighed, combing his hand through his thick dark brown hair. "What's everyone's poison?"
He did not get much of a response at first. He saw the three bending their necks and turning in every possible direction at the shadowy figures of slender women passing them. He spied Wilf glaring at a dark skinned girl with frizzy hair, tall, but petite, a small smile and a wink from her was all she needed for him to pay anything for a chance for her to get in close.
"That's how they get you..." Tim mumbled. Drinks were not expensive, that just meant the rest of your wallet was burned on tips and small payments to get a girl to sit in with your booth for ten minutes for idle chit chat; or, to be stared at like a piece of art in a museum until your time was up and you had to move on.
"How much do you think that one over there is?" Ben said loudly, over the booming, upbeat music. He pointed with little discretion at a pretty, innocent looking girl. She was blonde and had her hair in pigtails, with pink rabbit ears and her corset equally pink. Her pantyhose was white, sheer and shiny. Ross and Wilf whistled, impressed.
"Bet she costs a fortune to talk to."
"Worth it though, she's cute, what do ya think, Tim?"
"I think I want to have a drink, and talk about other things." His friends groaned, Ben slamming his hand on the sticky table. "What's wrong with her?"
"Clearly putting on the innocent flower act."
"And you would know, Mr. Lawyer"
"I've seen it before, not just at work." Vivid memories of Alanah came flooding back to him in an instant. The amount of times he caught her playing up with the submissive act was a devious attempt to get him in the mood. He missed that, admittedly. "She acts like that knowing men will pay to talk to her. But the shyness means she doesn't need to talk much. Win win for her: People pay a lot, and she can have a sit down."
"Remind me why we bring you along to these places?" Ross huffed.
"Because I stop your bank account from getting murdered."
"Well, I think yours isn't going to look too good after tonight." Ben nudged him, looking out at the bunnies who swayed their hips and flexed their smiles at every possible moment.
"Come on man, I just got dumped."
"How long are you gonna use that excuse? Hold on, here comes a-"
Tim had looked at his feet for a few moments, and in that time a sudden silence befell the booth. For them, it was unfounded. There was never a quiet moment between the four. He looked up, that curious brow cocked and directed at the three before seeing why they had been left in a stunned silence.
The waitress was a goddess. Her white skin glowed, her soft features and round face. A slightly bent up nose, and above all else large brown eyes of the most vibrant hazel. Her hair was long and fine, silky smooth, matching her eyebrows in a bright brown which glimmered into a pretty blonde under the light. He was so focused on her beauty that it took more than a few seconds to notice her heavy, perky chest and the rest of her hourglass figure. Her lips had parted so a slither of her pearly white teeth peeked out; Tim blushed, and their eyes met for a good moment as she felt her examine him. "Evening gents." She spoke. His heart flexed, as did the other three. She was British. Posh sounding, trying to hide that she was clearly privately educated by the way she shortened gentlemen. "I'm Lola, do you think you'd like me to be your server tonight? Or would you prefer the company of someone else?" Her eyes flicked back to Tim, and a quick comb of her hair behind her ear as she blinked less and less when she looked in his direction.
"C-can you give us a moment?" Ross blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Been a long day, hard graft and all that, still gotta unwind a bit before we-"
