Kara Drew, who was better known as "Cherry" to wrestling fans, stood over a table at catering. Her breath was held as she tried to decide what kind of fruit to take. She wasn't hungry enough for a sandwich or salad, so she lingered over the fruit platter.
"See anything you like?"
The pretty blonde nearly jumped in surprise, whirling around at the voice. She settled down a bit, smiling as she met the dark eyes of Dave Batista.
"Yeah. I'm just not sure what I'm in the mood for."
The large, burly man allowed his gaze to rake over her curvaceous body at those words. He licked his lips as he brought his eyes back up.
Kara felt embarrassed, and maybe even a tiny bit offended. She knew Batista's reputation backstage, that being one of a womanizer. She didn't know him too well, and he'd always been decently nice toward her, but she wondered about the stories. Nervously, she gave him a little smile and finally made her choice. She turned back to the fruit platter, grabbing some strawberries as well as a few pineapple chunks.
Batista studied the swell of the woman's curvy hips as he took out his cell phone, flipping it open. He certainly didn't know Kara Drew all that well, but she sure was cute and had an amazing body. He continued to study her as he punched out a quick text message, then sent it to someone. He smirked and tried to be patient as he waited for a response.
"Jeez, Kara, there you are!" a new voice rang out, and the blonde whipped her ponytailed head around to see Cliff Compton - Domino of her team, Deuce & Domino, step into the room.
"Hey," she said, offering him a bright smile.
"We're doing a segment in a few," the dark-haired man announced, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
Kara's smile faded.
"We are?"
Cliff nodded.
"It's coming up after the next match. We'd better get a move on."
"Coming," she said sadly. They were friends, and they played siblings onscreen, but somehow, she got the feeling he looked at her as the latter offscreen as well. Carrying her plate of fruit, she cast a smile Batista's way as she headed out.
Dave frowned as he watched the diva exit with the wrestler. He had just received a reply to the text message he'd sent, and he was not pleased with it.
Sorry, can't. I'm hugely busy these days. Later.
His grip on his cell phone tightened so much that Dave Batista was a little surprised he didn't crush it. He considered sending her another text, asking just what she was "hugely busy" with but then thought better of it. He would bet she meant her pretty little boyfriend, anyway.
It pissed him off. What the hell was so special about that metrosexual little punk, anyway? So, big deal if he was the ECW Champion? He could have died laughing at that fact. He himself was a three-time World Heavyweight Champion - a real champion, not some wannabe flash in the pan who'd come from Tough Enough.
His free hand clenched into a fist as he thought more about John Hennigan. As far as he was concerned, the man was precisely the reason he no longer had Melina. It was enough to make him sick. What did Hennigan have that he didn't? But the answer always came quickly right back to him - Melina.
*
"That was Dave, wasn't it?"
The brunette glanced Jillian's way as she drove, steering her car to perfection. They were both off, so they'd decided to make a day of it and opted on shopping.
"Yeah," Melina admitted. "It was. I sent him a reply that I've been hugely busy."
"Good. Maybe he'll actually take it to heart," the blonde said with a slight shrug. "Hey, look - we're here."
Melina followed her best friend's line of vision as they pulled into the mall's spacious parking lot. It would be great to go into Lord & Taylor, Macy's, Express and a whole slew of other stores to shop. Shopping was one of her favorite hobbies, and it was sure to take her mind off of all the B.S. she'd had to deal with as of late.
Jillian quickly found an empty parking pace and expertly moved the car into it. Once done with that, the two women undid their seatbelts and hopped out of the vehicle.
"Okay, look," the busty blonde announced, a serious look on her face that made the Latina nervous, "you're helping me find an awesome dress for my date with Curt. And I'm not taking 'no' for an answer! Come on!" She grabbed Melina by the hand, yanking her toward the mall's entrance in a hurry.
The brunette rolled her eyes but laughed goodheartedly. If dress shopping was all she had to worry about today, then it was shaping up to be quite a terrific day - minus the Batista text, of course.
About an hour later, Melina was happily shopping with her best friend in the world and had managed to put all unpleasantness from her mind. She was enjoying herself immensely as she stood just outside the fitting room as Jillian changed in what had to be the fiftieth dress she'd picked up.
She was overcome by a fitful of a laughter moments later as the blonde emerged donning a pink polka dot dress that was apparently two sizes too small. Jillian's more than ample breasts were stretching the fabric so much that she was unable to zipper the dress closed. On top of that, polka dots were definitely not Jillian's style.
"I guess this one's a 'no,' huh?"
"You guessed correctly, Jill." Melina stopped laughing but placed a hand over her mouth. "I'm sorry."
The blonde shrugged.
"It's okay. I know how awful I look in this thing."
And that was when Melina's cell phone suddenly rang. The two friends exchanged glances before the darker diva took a glimpse at the device's display. She groaned.
"Oh, Melina, I told you you should have turned it off!"
"I know, I know... I just thought if John called... Ugh," Melina scoffed. She no longer had Dave's number in her address book, but she'd recognize it anywhere.
So much for the rest of the day going by flawlessly.