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She was bored. And boredom wasn't a feeling you usually associated with the Dormouse. The Dormouse, Alice's in Wonderland most important character!. Okay, maybe she was exaggerating a little, because from what she had heard her character in that world wasn't very relevant. She was just a Dormouse who spent the whole day sleeping, and only woke up to say a few stupid things (the only detail they had probably got right), although fortunately there were also other versions of the same tale that painted her like a brave swordsman, without fear of anything, not even the queens.
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And okay, Gwen accepted it, she loved to sleep and if it were possible she would probably spend all her time in some remote part of the forest, curled up and sleeping the day. But besides being a bit sleepy, she was also brave and had killed millions of soldiers of both queens. The authors apparently preferred to give all the credit to Alice, and okay, Alice was the true protagonist plus the hero of the story, but that didn't mean that she liked the detail of all the popularity going to her. People loved Alice, and they worshipped the Mad Hatter, and Chesh, but what about her?
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It frustrated her more than she would like to admit, but she wouldn't let it affect her. She knew what she was worth, and she wouldn't let some poor book lovers tell her that she was one of the least important characters in the whole book. Without her, Hatter would surely be dead, so... the young woman shook her head, her eyes fixed on a stupid glass that apparently refused to be cleaned. No, seriously, she'd been trying to clean it for about an hour, but the stains wouldn't go away. There came a time when Gwen couldn't stand it, and deposited the glass where the clean ones were, shrugging indifferently. Nobody would know the difference.
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Mouse spun quickly as she heard the front door open, a large smile drawn on her face. "Hello! Rough day?" the people who frequented that bar used to come here with long faces and frowning, so Mouse could only assume that the woman had come because something bad had happened in her life. "Wait, are you new? I know every person who enters this sanctuary, and you... you are not a familiar face, although we can fix that" Dormouse nodded and leaned her elbows over the counter, to settle herself. What was she doing behind the counter? She was a waitress, not a bartender. Although that didn't sometimes prohibit her from acting like one..."Gwendolyn Bashmath, or Gwen, or Dormouse! Although you can call me later" she laughed amusingly after that, looking around at the real bartenders. "My fellow partners here will serve you whatever you want, since I'm just the waitress".



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<div id="can-line-text">She loved working in that place, something she never would have thought she could say. I mean, working had never been in her plans before, if she wanted money all she had to do was steal it, and stealing could be considered a job. But working in a job where you were paid to work, making money honestly... definitely wasn't her style, but there she was, working in an establishment where they served alcohol. Oh, to be surrounded at all hours by such an odor was like a dream come true...
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I know, it will surely be hard to believe that when she was a dormouse she had been able to drink alcohol, but oh, she had been, and she was still a big consumer. She had also tried drugs, and smoked, thanks to the caterpillar. But they were little details that frankly didn't matter to her, was there something wrong when it came to consuming any of those things?. True, many people didn't approve of alcohol or drugs, but hey, do whatever that made you happy without caring what others might tell you. In addition, Gwen had learned to control herself since she had arrived in Storybrooke, which was saying enough.
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The young woman continued to clean the tables selflessly until she heard the front door open, which clearly meant that a new client had arrived. Finally, cleaning tables was incredibly boring. Besides, how did they get so dirty? She breathed a sigh, and looked up from the table to properly look at the person who had arrived. "Hello, welcome to the place where you can drown your sorrows in alcohol and tears, take a seat" she pointed to the stools and then to the freshly cleaned tables, and then continued to clean the table. "Ask the bartender for whatever your gut asks for".


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It was fun how life could change so easily, from being incredible to being a complete nightmare. That change had been the same that Gwen had experienced, although she would have gladly wished that fate on anyone else, call her selfish. She had been happy there, even comfortable, considering that she had been able to find Chesh, Alice, Hatter and the others, even though she had not yet seen Will, despite Chesh telling her he was in town. When she found him, she'd make sure she hit him hard enough in the head to make sure he didn't forget about looking for her ever again, pfft, the gall that the thief had to have.
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Now, all that had been the good things that had surprisingly appeared in her life, followed by one of the worst things that could have happened. Hare was also there, a portal had also brought him from Wonderland, and now there was what posed a grave danger to her and Jefferson. She had found him on the beach, thinking he was dead, as he had been lying in the sand without any sign that could warn her he was really alive. Perhaps at first she might have wished he were breathing and healthy, but now frankly she wished he were dead and buried, or dead and unburied, so that the crows and vultures could eat his rotten body.
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I know, too graphic and perhaps vindictive, but Gwen was someone who held grudges, and more to the man who had broken her heart, the man who had taken Priscilla away from Jefferson... she could not help but feel that Hare deserved all the horrible things that could happen to him, for which Gwen had decided to make his life a living hell. It was true that she felt slightly frightened and cowardly in his presence, but she would learn to be stronger, learn to master her stupid feelings and succeed in making him pay, as she had set out to do from the very beginning. Now surely the man would surely be seeking vengeance, he would be seeking some form of perhaps drowning them in their own blood... but oh, so would she.
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Mouse sighed, dropping a solitary coin into the dark well, waiting to hear the splash of water as it swallowed the coin. She didn't believe in wells that granted you wishes, that was simply stupid, and it's not like she had exactly made a wish, she just liked to... apparently waste her money. She really just wanted to see how deep that well really was, sue her. Mousey could have tossed a coin of less value, now that she thought about it. "Very well, this is another of the thousand ways to waste your money and have fun at the same time, I should write a book" she whispered under her breath, allowing herself a little smile. "Oh yes, the one approaching from behind super slow and tetanus, lighten up. I heard you, so you can drop the stealth thing. Too late" her dormouse senses were still active, fortunately, so it had not been difficult for her to feel an unknown presence behind her back.



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So visiting the competition hadn't been in her plans. And okay, perhaps it couldn't be considered competition either, but in her defence she would say that any bar or restaurant or establishment where they served drinks was considered competition. Now, she went to visit it not only to gather information, but she also needed a drink. And she didn't fancy letting her sorrows cloud her judgement at the Rabbit Hole. She didn't know if it was because it was there where she worked, but there was something of the idea that simply didn't... interest her at all. Gwen needed a drink, urgently. Due to a peculiar person who had decided to appear in Storybrooke... and to think that everything had been perfect. She had reunited with Hatter, Chesh, Alice... Chesh had said that Will was around, but she had not seen him. She even lived with Grace and Jefferson! Grace was a sugar cube, in case you were wondering.
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But... the next person to appear, instead of for example being someone who she could stand and appreciate, had been Hare. The man who had crushed her heart, the man who so much damage had caused her... he was there, and he was behind her and Hatter, and Mouse didn't know, she didn't know what to do. She could protect him, she was sure, but whenever she saw him, her blood froze and her body paralyzed and she couldn't breathe and Gwen couldn't just comprehend. She didn't know what he intended to do in Storybrooke, she didn't know what his intentions were, but she knew that they wouldn't be good, she knew that she should keep herself away from him, she should notify someone, ask for help... on the other hand, he hadn't said a thing to no one. Not even to Jefferson, taken that she should have done given that he it also conceded him, and nope, she hadn't spoken with Chesh about it either.
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Mouse decided to keep it to herself, she decided to suffer in silence. So far she hadn't returned to see him, not since the reunion they had had on the beach, not after escaping from there. She didn't wanna see him anyways, as it was clear. If she saw him, she surely would suffer a heart attack, or something close to it. The fear she felt towards him was indescribable. And pathetic. Dormouse, who wasn't afraid of anything, the one who had even suffered the wrath of the Red Queen and came out alive, the one who had been facing each of the dangers hidden in Wonderland, terrified of a man. But in her eyes he wasn't a man. He was a monster.
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The young woman returned to sigh, opening the door of the establishment, and closing it with a kick. "Bartender, the strongest drink you have! and don't tell me the ingredients. I don't care if whatever you give me it's made of cow pee mixed with sewage waste, as long as it makes me feel a bit better" and it was not an exaggeration. Or at least that's what she says. Mouse sat on one of the stools, burying her face in her hands. "Also, I want a straw".

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Being in Storybrooke was a new opportunity, it was a new beginning in which she could start a new life, without being a criminal, without having to steal to keep herself fed, or alive, for that matter. In that town she had found all her friends, all those that she would kill for, all those people she had ever cared about... Chesh, Hatter, Alice, Will, Kit... all of them were there, and to be honest, it was the best Christmas gift that anyone could have asked for. Being gathered with them after she had been left completely alone in Wonderland was all she wanted.
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The young girl smiled while she kicked the sand, amusing herself, enjoying that winter afternoon, the Sun peering from behind a cloud. Fortunately it wasn't cold, on the other hand, a gentle breeze accompanied that beautiful afternoon. Mousey had decided to take a walk, to thus leave Jefferson and Grace to have some alone time. Given that she now lived with them, she was constantly invading their father and daughter time, so she had decided to give them a day off from her incredible person.
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Yeah... In Storybrooke all the people who she had loved and continued to love were gathered, except one. Hare. The first and last man she had handed her heart over. She still loved him, even after all he had done, even after holding her and Jefferson captive, even after Priscilla's death, even after all the pain that he had caused, her stupid heart's beat rate... continued to increase whenever his name was mentioned.
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Know if it was by her affection or anger was something that she had not yet discovered.
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Hare was the only man who could make her feel so vulnerable, so small... the only one who could make the grandiose Dormouse, someone who had never been afraid of anything and anyone, someone who even had faced the Queen herself and had survived... feel as an insignificant speck of dust. He could make her feel really scared and alone.
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Gwen shook those thoughts out of her head, and continued walking, deciding to stop thinking about that man. Although to her fortune to keep herself busy, she was soon able to spot a body lay on the sand, covered in it and also quite soaked... could portals open in the middle of the ocean? Oh, maybe he was dead... and she should care about him. Gwen ran towards the stationary body, and knelt next to him, shaking him by the shoulders. "Hey, mister, are you okay? Please tell me that you're not dead, because given my reputation, they would surely accuse me of having murdered you!" the young woman sighed, and decided to turn the body around, so that thus the poor man would be on his back, instead of with his face buried in the sand. But rolling his body over so that he could breath was a mistake. Upon seeing his face, Gwen felt as if the world to her around suddenly stopped, as if the dream of being in Storybrooke had become a nightmare...
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He couldn't be there, he should be in Wonderland, he shouldn't be there... Mouse quickly got up from where she was kneeling and backed away from him, although she stumbled upon her own feet and fell again once again onto the sand, few meters away from the body, shaking her head frantically. "H-Hare...?".

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