Chapter 85- God was surely not found in a place like this

It was almost easy to believe that The Rabbit Hole was just like any other bar in The Fringe, at least on the surface. It did have a bit more flair with its décor, the tables- looking like oversized Queen of Hearts playing cards- was a nice touch. As well as some of the barstools which hugged the counter, resembled huge ass mushrooms. Around here, you could score the fun kind of mushrooms and take a trip down your own rabbit hole.

Lights flashed in neon colors, casting distorted shapes against the walls, like taking an acid trip without having to place anything on your tongue. The background music also sounded wrong, distorted, like it was being played backwards or some shit. Axes were mounted to the walls representing the Queen Of Hearts weapon of choice. In fact, scrawled on the wall above the bar, were the words “Off with their heads!” The psychos took that shit seriously around here. Life imitating art for sure.

A large statue of the Cheshire cat had a dart board on his chest,