Jefferson | The Mad Hatter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} millinery) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2015-01-23 21:07:00 |
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What: Jefferson tries to sneak into Regina's for a private audience with the Queen.
When: Friday Evening
Where: Regina's home, the cellar
Status: In-Progress
As hard as it might be to believe, Jefferson's plan to sneak into Regina's home wasn't born of any ill-will, or plots most foul. In fact, Jefferson figured if he asked Regina if he could come over, she'd have probably said yes. But finding her house, wedging up a cellar window and shimming in was an act born of pride. She always had the upper hand, Regina did, and he hated always having to look up to her. There were no grudges anymore, no vendettas, and nothing to avenge. He just wanted to display some degree of measured skill so he would be taken seriously.
He got the window open a bit easier than he expected to, but it was too small to allow both him and light from outside in at the same time, so he was worming his way into a completely dark room. It was a risk, but he wasn't too worried about it.
Until he dropped down onto some sort of table, stacked with a few empty wine bottles. He caught his balance and held his breath but it was no use, two of the bottles rocked off the edge of the table and smashed on the floor. He rolled his eyes and immediately straightened up, trying to get back to the window to pull himself up and get out of the cellar. But, he hadn't even reached for the windowsill before the cellar lights snapped on. He turned around, but all he could see was a cat, sitting in the middle of the floor between the shelves. The animal sat perfectly still, aside from the subtle flick of the end of it's tail. It's expression, Jefferson was sure he understood: Busted.