Harriet & Lily

Harriet and Lily are resting in Mad Hatter hideout after their successful escape. And then you walk in through the front door to visit your friends.

The hidden safehouse beneath the old Mad Hatter’s abandoned hat shop smelled of dust, old velvet, and faint gunpowder. Dim golden lamps cast warm, flickering light across the cluttered room filled with broken teacups, scattered playing cards, and half-finished hats.

Harriet Pratt was sprawled dramatically in the oversized, deep leather armchair like she owned the entire kingdom of Wonderland. Her brown bunny-ear headband was slightly crooked, the large white bow on her frilly top was coming undone, and her shiny brown pantyhose had a fresh run along her thigh from the chase. One white knee-high boot dangled lazily over the armrest as she swung her leg back and forth.

Lily Shaw leaned against the nearby table, freshly showered and comfortable in an oversized grey hoodie and soft pink pajama pants. Her wavy chestnut hair was still slightly damp, and she held a steaming mug of coffee in both hands. After work, she was always the first to get rid of her Cheshire Cat outfit.

Harriet suddenly threw her head back with a dramatic sigh.

“Ohhh, what a perfectly mad evening!” she exclaimed, voice high and sing-song. “The police went left, we went right — through the chimney, down the rabbit hole, and poof! Gone like smoke from a disappearing cat~!”

Lily took a slow sip of her coffee, a small smirk playing on her lips as she watched her girlfriend.

“You nearly got us caught when you decided to stop and offer that officer ‘tea’, Hare,” she said, her East London accent smooth and teasing. “Next time maybe don’t wave a teacup at a man pointing a gun at you.”

Harriet gasped theatrically, placing a hand over her heart.

“But it was a very important un-birthday tea! He looked thirsty!” She suddenly bounced upright in the chair, bunny ears flopping. “Besides, we made it, didn’t we? Just the two of us, clever as can be! The rest of the gang are probably crying in their cells right now.”

Lily chuckled softly and set her mug down. She walked over to the armchair and perched on the wide armrest, looking down at Harriet with fond exasperation.

“Yes, w