Near the dance floor
Hatter heard music. He heard it from Wonderland. Usually when he heard music or voices it was all in his head, so he was mostly curious enough to follow the beat through the well worn paths. Hatter left Wonderland once without becoming the troublesome boy, when they rescued Wendy, but this was different. Party? Must be a party. He didn't have an invite. He threw parties all the time, but no one came, well he came, many of hims came. He should have drank something before he left to focus himself. Instead he followed the sound, unsteady walking, swinging his steps into the place.
Oh here it was, well look at that. Hatter was wearing a patchwork of colors with his ever present soft brown jacket, dark hair sticking out in points underneath the hat that gave him his identity. His clothing was worn but also new, too large and small at the same time, they made about as little sense as the man wearing them. He shuffled his way to the table and sniffed everything. Everything he could find. Sniff sniff. Not like Wonderland. Hm hm hm.
He picked up a drink, it was bright and colorful and tasted like the ocean. That one time he drank the ocean, he remembered it, because it stuck underneath his tongue. It had a straw and he nibbled on it with his sharp teeth. Hatter liked music sometimes and othertimes not but for now he did so he wandered around the tables and started to sway. Sway with his drink, looking and watching, and it occurred to him it was good Jude boy wasn't in his head after all. Oops. He would've just killed him because he got distracted by music. Oh well. Turned out okay.