It's no fun, when Rabbit has a gun

Chapter one

Rabbit woke suddenly, disorientated. He opened his eyes, he was laying on his back. The ceiling above him was stained and spotted, the light in the room, dim. Rabbit was very thankful for this, because his head decided at that point to start pounding. "What a crazy night of drinking," he thought. But every night of drinking in Wonderland was that, crazy. You always lived every day as if it were your last here. Because it just might be.
Rabbit rolled to his side looking for a cigarette on the bedside table. It was littered with empty beer bottles, empty condom packets and empty cigarette packages. "How long had he been here?", Rabbit wondered. He was pretty sure only one night, but the evidence of that night were disturbing. Finally finding a cigarette and a pack of matches, Rabbit lit a cigarette, and took a long inhale of smoke. Exhaling, he tried to remember the night before. He was supposed to be doing something today, but what? All he could do was try not to focus on the drum band playing in his head, let alone think.
Laying there, smoking his cigarette, Rabbit felt the bed beside him move, and heard a soft feminine moan. He wasn't alone. "Well I guess that would explain all the condoms," Rabbit realized. Turning slowly, inhaling deeply, he looked at the woman beside him. She was laying on her stomach, her long blonde hair hanging to her shoulders. You could tell that she once took care of herself. Once. But not recently. The split ends of her hair spoke of mistreatment. The dirtiness of her hair and it's disheveled state spoke of drugs, alcohol, and sex. Her skin was smooth on her back. His eyes traveled down her back taking everything in. Down the curve of the back to the rise of her shapely buttocks. It was almost a perfect sight, almost. Except for the tattoo of a red heart on her back. The sign of the Queen. Property of the Queen, precisely.
"The fuck is going on?!" Rabbit muttered. Being caught with the property of the Queen was a quick way to get your head removed. The Queen was a fan of beheading people. An effective means of population control. Rabbit didn't want any part of that.
Pulling the last drag from his cigarette, Rabbit put it out in the ashtray. He looked again at the empty condom wrappers. Rabbit was pretty sure that the wrappers meant what he thought they meant. He was a walking dead man.
Standing, stretching, and scratching his balls, Rabbit moved through the trash on the floor to the bathroom. He still didn't remember trashing the hotel room this bad. A few minutes later, relieved, Rabbit came back into the room to gaze at the half naked woman laying in his bed. As if she felt his gaze, her eyes opened. She slowly took him in.
Rabbit wasn't much to look at any more. He was a bit on the small side, with long hair that was slicked back and solid white. Like it had been since Rabbit hit puberty. His skin was pale, but not the pale of an albino; no, his skin color was the color of someone who spent time indoors. He wasn't wearing much, having just woken up in boxers, but none of this seemed to bother the woman staring at the tip of his cock that was hanging out. He could see the  hunger in her eyes as she searched his crotch.
She sat up, her naked breasts sitting perkily on her chest. Her face was the most impressive part. She was breath takingly beautiful. The symmetrical features of her face would have made any artist weep. Rabbit found himself memorized. No wonder she lay in his bed. There was no way he ever pass up a chance at this, beheading or no beheading. Her full lips crooked slowly into a smile, as if she could read his mind. Which she probably didn't need to do, as Rabbit was sure his face was telling her everything. Or maybe it was the sight of his cock rising to full strength.
All of which dissipated when she spoke. "Yes, my dear, I would love to enjoy you again. But we must be going. We don't have much time." And with the sound of a ton of bricks falling, reality once again set in for Rabbit. How long did he really have before the Queen realized her plaything was missing, and started the search? He was already dead, but the longer he stayed here staring, the less of a head start he had. Literally.
Before Rabbit could open his mouth to agree, she added, "My name is Alice." Rabbit's mouth fell open. What kind of shit had he gotten himself into this time?