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"They're here," Lita murmured to the woman beside her. She glanced in the direction of the club's doors, trying to appear as casual and inconspicuous as possible.
Dawn Marie subtly followed the redhead's line of vision.
"Ah, so it's the tall blonde and that big dark guy?" she asked.
Amy nodded.
"Yup, that's them, all right." She studied the brunette's face. "So, is it a go?" She feared Dawn would change her mind and decide she wanted no part of this little plan.
"Sure," came the reply. "I think it'll be fun. I can brush up on my acting skills."
That remark caused the guitarist to raise an eyebrow.
"And on top of that, I think I'll enjoy giving a miserable time to her," she went on, her gaze on Torrie Wilson. The blonde was currently laughing as she was being swept into a big embrace by her boyfriend. "She looks exactly like the type Sean told me she is." Dawn Marie wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"Oh, believe me," the redhead said, feeling gleeful inside, "she is that type. Sean did not exaggerate. The guy she's hugging? He used to be my boyfriend."
"Oh, but you've got someone much cuter now. And he doesn't look like he's on steroids like that one does," the brunette pointed out. She had to refrain from making a grossed out face. She loved muscular men, but she was by no means a fan of the roided-up look, especially when veins bulged out. Talk about a huge turn-off!
Amy turned to the newcomer and offered her an appreciative smile. She nodded, her eyes taking on a dreamy, faraway look until she caught sight of Adam nearby on the stage.
"Yeah, you're right."
Dawn winked.
"Well, why don't I leave you to go to your man," she suggested. "And I'll start working my magic." Slowly, she made her way in the general direction of the bar, which was where Dave and Torrie were now standing. As she walked, the brunette reached down to adjust her micro-mini, making certain that her garters were visible.
Lita smiled slyly to herself as she eyed the woman. She sure was a character. She liked Dawn Marie already and knew they were going to become great friends.
Deciding she didn't want to keep watching so as to avoid being obvious, the redhead looked away. It wasn't at all difficult as she shifted her gaze back on her boyfriend. She climbed the short stage and crept up behind him, putting her arms around his waist.
"Okay... You better be female, a redhead and play a mean guitar."
She let out a throaty laugh and playfully swatted at him.
Edge joined in and also laughed. He turned around to face her, pulling her into his arms and captured her lips in a kiss. When it was broken a moment later, she cocked her head, a half-smile crossing her face as she stared at him.
"What?"
Lita nodded, then, "Yeah... you are cute."
"'Cute?' That's a word you use to describe puppies!" he protested.
She laughed again, telling him he'd better get used to it. Then, she grew serious and tried to get his attention to across the club and Dawn Marie.
"How's that going?" he asked. His question was answered as they stood back there and watched. Dawn Marie strolled by the couple, and she spoke to Shane, probably ordering a drink.
At this point, Torrie was busy with her own drink and wasn't paying attention. Batista, however, chanced a quick glance at the brunette, who gave him a big but very brief smile. She seemed then to be fumbling with her small purse, and, as Edge and Lita watched, the brunette dropped a handful of bills to the floor.
Making a big production of it, yet not being at all obvious, Dawn turned and bent over to retrieve the money. Her extra-short skirt rode up plenty, giving anyone watching her a great view of her panties and garters. And Dave certainly did take advantage of getting an eyeful of her! Surprisingly, Torrie was oblivious and didn't even turn her head in his direction during this, as she was pretty much fully absorbed in her drink and herself.
Amy noticed that Shane had also gotten a look at Dawn's assets. The bartender made a face of appreciation and shook his head until the woman straightened up again.
"Holy crap," Adam whispered as he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend's waist. "She's good."
Amy nodded, a smirk coming to her face. This couldn't have been more perfect. And that stupid Torrie hadn't seen a thing. It didn't matter, because there was plenty of time for her to catch something else later on.
They were counting on that.