"Greetings reader of this letter,

You have been cordially invited to a wonderful tea party in the forest. There will be tea and desserts to have until you cannot eat anymore! It is this Saturday at five until six then begin. So do not be late!

Sincerely,
The Wonderland Club!"

Adrian wondered why he had thought this was a good idea to go for a tea party in the woods. He was just glad that the sun was beaming which dried up any mud that would had gotten on him. The invitation had request him to dress formal so, he would not get mud on it.

Adrian is a charming man with brown hair, a slightly shaven face, and brown eyes. He wasn't a member of the "Wonderland Club" as he put it. The only members of that club were Percival and James, who both thought of the idea. They are both major fans of the films and story, always speaking like they were from the place themselves. So when Adrian was invited, he didn't deny it. And since the invitation had request him to dress formal so, he dressed him in a nice tuxedo: a white tuxedo shirt with a black bow tie at its collar, a black vest that covered it while a black tuxedo jacket surrounded his top as a whole, black slacks, black over the calf socks, and shiny patent leather dress shoes.

He arrived to the designated place for the tea party, lucky for him because the two men had a table sat up in the woods. Percival, a man with dirty brown hair and brown eyes, was dressed in a green velvet tuxedo jacket, white dress shirt, black bow tie, black slacks, dress socks, and a pair of shiny patent leather shoes. James, another man with slightly red hair and hazel eyes, was also dressed in a tuxedo like Aaron's: a black tuxedo jacket, white dress shirt, black bow tie, black slacks, dress socks, and dress shoes.

"Welcome to the party!" Percival welcomed.

"Glad you could make it!" James added.

"I was the only one who has come," Adrian deadpanned.

"So? Three's a party!" Percival exclaimed.

Adrian refrained from rolling his eyes. A tea party in the middle of the woods? Yeah, I think very few people would come to these.

But nonetheless, Adrian took a seat in one of the three chairs, one at the head of the table while two on the side.

And the tea party began. The tea itself was not bad in Adrian's opinion as he was enjoying it. While they were just people he knew, Percival and James were extremely polite, albeit with a tone of craziness in their speech while at the party, but still polite nonetheless.

But that politeness turned into something else after the tea ran out and the pastries came out.

For the record, James started with a nice throw of a pie at Adrian. The tart collided with into the guest's face, covering his face with crust. Adrian, while confused, was mostly shocked at this action. Unfortunately, he did not have enough time to clean himself as Percival plowed a pie into Adrian himself, coating the guest even more now.

Adrian was understandably confused at this action, but more infuriated than anything at this. Why were they trashing him?!

In an act of retaliation, Adrian flung his pie at James, seeing he had started the trashing. Colliding with the redhead, the victim was shocked for a moment...

Before clapping hysterically.

"Good show!" James cried as he seemed gleefully of his destruction. Percival added to his attire with a splatter of his own pie, smirking all the same.

Adrian was greatly confused at their emotion. Just what was happening?

Adrian did not have time to ponder as another pie was crammed onto his person. His shocked demeanor returned as the pastry ran its way down his tux. Well, Adrian wasn't one to stray away from a battle (seeing at it seems this might be were its going) so he decided to make the best of it.

Adrian threw a pie at Percival, since he hadn't had any desserts which hit true and engulfed the green tux man. Percival just smiled and let out a laugh. Adrian ignored this as he continued to grab pies and hurl them while the two other targets also did the same. Each pie hit like an explosion, enveloping the three's tuxedo nonstop. Adrian slightly grew to enjoy this sensation, both receiving and delivering. Much to their dismay, they had ran out of pies to throw for pleasure.

After the "wonderful" pie fight, according to Percival and James, the three attendees had their tuxes wonderfully trashed.

Percival was quite joyful from the pie fight as he smiled. The brunette was engulfed with various pie "markings" that raked across his face and through his hair. The green velvet tuxedo jacket adorned a coat of white whipped cream with some crush remaining along it was well, the white dress shirt was in the same position. The black bow tie was gooey from cream and draped along the aforementioned jacket. His slacks were smeared with pastries, given James got a bit sadistic but managed to keep his cool. His black dress socks and dress shoes were in the same manner, the latter being more trashed than former. But still, he had enjoyed the trashing all the same.

James was also quite joyful too, given he was trashed head to toe. Chunks of cream dripped had "consumed" his handsome face and red hair. Splatters from the pastries were noticed on his black tuxedo jacket and white tuxedo shirt. The black bow tie was gooey, the other two having smashed whole pies into that general area. Stains were seen along his slacks while his black dress shoes were raked with the residue -his socks being surprisingly spared-. But like Percival, he too had enjoyed the trashing of his tuxedo.

Adrian was less enthusiastic, the contents were in his hair and along his face, the two club members having given him a nice new appearance. Along his white tuxedo shirt, black jacket and vest, pie stains had been covered nonstop on them. His black bow tie was crooked and goopy from various impacts he endured. The black slacks were mucked with fallen bits of crust and cream that had ran down his top half. Any residue form the collisions fell and tarnished his black patent leather dress shoes, some specks "flying" onto his dress socks. But nonetheless he enjoyed the experience.

The two Wonderland club members exchanged amused smiles before packing their equipment, and with a tip of their top hats they had set aside, and were miraculously not covered, left a slightly exhausted and completely trashed Adrian in the woods. Said person actually enjoyed the pie fight and was willingly to it again...

But maybe not in the forest, given that fallen chunks of pies were now found on the foliage.