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Amy shook her head and shrugged to herself as she headed back to the hotel cafe and to Adam. Someone had to have played a dumb prank on her - no one at the check-in desk had requested her presence!
Normally, the redhead wouldn't have minded something like that all that much, but at the moment, she was starving. And if she hadn't bought into the note about being wanted at the front desk, she'd have been eating by now.
By the time she was almost there, she caught the gaze of another WWE diva who looked to have been leaving - and the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Dawn Marie eyed her seriously, appearing to be rushing somewhere. Amy tried not to openly glare at her this time, but she sure wondered what Dawn was hurrying from - or racing to. Very fleetingly, she considered confronting the brunette about her allegations concerning Adam. Amy just couldn't understand how the woman even had the sweet Lilian Garcia buying into it!
Instead, she quickened her steps as she approached the cafe. Adam saw her instantly and stood up in a gentlemanly fashion, waiting fo rher to sit.
"That was fast... What did they want you for?" he asked.
She shook her head with exasperation.
"Nothing... It was all a stupid hoax!"
"That's strange..." the tall blond man said. "... I wonder who would do such a thing?"
Halfway across the cafe, Lilian glanced up as she vaguely overheard his words. Neither Amy nor Adam noticed.
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'What happend betwen us the other night was strictly a good fuck. I don't care about you, so get over it.'
The recorded voice still hurt when Dawn Marie played back her and Adam's conversation from earlier in the day.
Lilian, of course, instantly noticed the wince that crossed her good friend's face. Damn that Adam Copeland to hell! How strange that she had always thought of him as a nice, decent man - up until now.
"Honey, that's it," she said after giving the brunette a consoling hand. "You *got* him! I really think *you* should be the one to play it for Amy."
"Me? Lilian, I think it's a safe bet to say that the woman now hates me!"
The blonde shook her head.
"Nonsense... She doesn't hate you."
"I passed her on my way out of the cafe this morning," Dawn told her. "And she must have been on her way back. Our eyes met, and she looked so hostile."
"Naturally," Lilian countered. "She thinks you made up a lie about sleeping with her boyfriend."
Dawn Marie rolled her brown eyes heavenward.
"Lil, it'll never work... If I even approach her, she'll either go the other way or try to beat me senseless."
The ring announcer stubbornly shook her head.
"No, no... She's a reasonable person. I'm sure she'll hear you out. If she starts to protest, you just tell her you have evidence to back up your claims."
Dawn looked at her friend, crestfallen by now. She seemed so insistent that she do this herself. But what if Lilian was wrong? Then what?
Wordlessly, she shook her head. She felt on the verge of giving up. It was late, anyway, and she wanted to return to her own hotel room.
"Fine... Look, I'm tired." She started for the door. "Goodnight, Lilian... John."
Cena, from across the room at a corner table where he'd been sitting, looked up and waved.
Lilian walked her to the door.
"Just be strong," she said. "And let me know how it goes."
The brunette nodded, then stepped out and into the hallway. And then, she got the solution to her dilemma as she spotted none other than Trish Stratus partway down the hall.
Dawn Marie bit her lip as she merely watched the other woman for a moment. Then, her mind making a swift decision, she practically ran toward her.
"Trish!"
The Canadian diva looked up at the loud whisper of her voice to see the brunette. They'd never really talked all that much, but Trish knew Dawn Marie was a close friend of Lilian Garcia, and she'd always though of her as nice.
"Hey, Dawn." She smiled uncertainly as she caught the expression on the taller woman's face.
"I need to ask a favor of you," the brunette said, her tone serious. "Please."
The blonde arched a sculpted brow.
"What's the matter?"
"Not here," Dawn Marie said. She gestured to the smaller woman with one hand. "I'll explain in my hotel room... Come on."
Trish blinked in confusion but didn't dare refuse Dawn's wishes. For some reason, she had to knonw what this was all about.
"Okay," she said, and she followed the brunette.