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Spoilers: Yeah, sure..from me?
Summary: Dawn and Lita get a little bit more than they bargained for when they agree to let a friend play matchmaker.
Pairings: You'll see.
Notes: No set timeline really, just the rosters are joined. Come to think of it, this story uses none of the present storylines (obviously). But, hm. How about before the whole Chris/Trish storyline. So just work with me, and we'll be okay. Also, the writing style is a tad different from my usual, but I wanted to try something different.
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As the diva trio stood in one of the shops at the mall .. Lita glared, and Dawn pouted.
But this time it was different. Rather than the redhead glaring at the brunette, their combined forces at one source. From the get go, Lita had tried to reason with Dawn, tried to tell her long time best friend that the whole notion of blind dates was ridiculous. For one, it never worked out and for two .. had the brunette taken a really good look at the roster lately...? True yes, it worked for a select few. In fact, a few of their fellow diva's had confided that, dating someone on the roster was great. And yes, it did work out for a few, but for others .. it worked for awhile and then crumbled to the pit of dispair. Well not entirely to the pit of dispair but close enough that it wasn't worth a second trip.
Lita, of course, had been quick to bring up that point.
But, to no avail, she didn't listen. She insisted that it would work out, that all Dawn and Lita had to do was trust her. And while the redhead remained against the notion .. Dawn had somehow had a change of heart. Damn her.
"I am not wearing .. " Hazel eyes narrowed, both at the garment in question then at the holder of said garment. "That."
Trish Stratus rolled her eyes, "Oh come off it Li, you'll look great in it!" The petite blonde held up the clingy red dress, again met with the same deadpan stare. "Li, come on! At least be reasonable..." Trish pouted playfully, and when that only caused Lita's eyes to narrow further, the blonde changed her tactics. "Dawn...? What do you think?"
Dawn Marie's shoulders lifted in a shrug. By her estimates, they had been in this store for the past half hour at least .. arguing over the same stupid dress. Trish was all for it, Lita was not. Neither was budging on their view .. and Dawn's patience was wearing thin.
"I think it-"
"I don't care." Lita interrupted crisply. "I'm not wearing it, and that's final."
"Liiiita." Trish whined, stomping her foot like a five year old whom had been denied candy. "Come on, if Molly agreed to it just a few weeks ago, why can't you?"
"You paid her Trish." The redhead cocked an eyebrow, placing a hand on her hip. "And a lot, I might add, but...? Those tricks won't work with me. I'm not wearing it."
The petite blonde crossed her arms over her chest, "You're impossible!"
Lita shot the blonde a 'duh' look. "You're lucky I'm even standing here right now, Patricia. This whole idea is just lame!"
Trish, in a mature gesture, stuck out her tongue. "Then why is she here?"
Hazel eyes turned accusingly to Dawn Marie. "Good question Dawn, ole buddy, ole pal .. just why are we here?"
"Because it's different...? Because it's fun...?" Dawn began smoothly, tucking back a strand of hair. "Maybe because between the two of us, we haven't tasted a real social life in who knows how long..?"
"So?"
The brunette Diva rolled her eyes, "So? Lita, I don't know about you, but I want to have fun. And yeah, maybe I haven't been on a blind date in who knows how long, but .. "
"You're desperate and willing to try almost anything...?"
Dawn shook her head, "Face it Li, we're both jaded, cynical, I mean .. look at us before and look at us now. At the rate we're going..we're gonna die as old maids."
The redheaded Diva scoffed in disbelief, "I don't think so Dawn."
Dawn raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, "Oh?"
Lita rolled her eyes, "Just because we aren't seeing anyone right now-"
"And we haven't been in a relationship with anyone for almost a year."
"Doesn't mean we're going to die old maids."
Trish bit her lower lip, stepping back on her heels. "So does that mean you'll wear the dress...?"
The redhead turned her attention to the blonde, "No."
"But-"
"Let me think about it..." The redhead rolled her eyes, turning her back on the blonde Diva. "No."
Trish opened her mouth to retort, closed it and thought. Trish knew that yes, Lita was against the whole notion. She knew that, yes, the chances of Lita agreeing to it from the get go were slim to none. Trish couldn't blame Lita for thinking like that, but still. The redhead was standing here now, had agreed to go to the mall with herself and Dawn to pick out something. They had already set up the appointments at the beauty salon, and Lita had consented to getting her hair done. The redheaded fireball had done so, and agreed to everything thus far, including the date itself. Even if Trish hadn't spilled any details as to where they were going .. or mentioned that they would be going seperately. So, why in the blue hell, was she being so stubborn now? The petite blonde set the dress back on the rack, smoothed down the front of her blouse and set the redheaded Diva with a fixed look.
"Then, why did you agree to go on this double blind date?"
That question, momentairly rendered the redheaded Diva speechless.
...
One hour later found Dawn and Lita, side by side, in plush chairs. Their feet were currently soaking in a foot bath, while expert technicians were working on their nails. On either Diva's face was a green mask, and both Diva's had their hair underneath a dryer. Trish, meanwhile, sat opposite them; a magazine in her possession. The petite blonde was flanked by two garment bags, a bag with four shoeboxes and two new purses. Somehow, between herself and Dawn, the had managed to at least talk Lita into buying a dress. Granted, it wasn't the clingy red one .. but a more .. 'reasonable' black one. Little did the redhead realize that, Trish had made sure the black dress was three sizes too big, while the saucy little red number was hidden in Dawn's garment bag. Both Trish and Dawn knew that Lita wouldn't appreciate it .. but neither of them cared at that point. Dawn, meanwhile, had taken all of five minutes to decide on her own attire for the evening.
In the redhead's words..the outfit was the epitome of Dawn.
The dress was a two piece, though held together at the sides by sequined fabric. Just enough, but not a lot so that it showed off the smooth expanse of Dawn Marie's midrift. The skirt of the dress was angled, flaring to just above her left knee while the right side cut decently at her mid-thigh. The top, showed enough of her but not enough to be considered outright tasteless. After it all, it was only a blind date. After Dawn had settled on her attire, Lita and Trish had continued to argue over the redhead's attire. That in turn, lead to the brunette sneaking out to look at shoes. So, while Trish and Lita continued to argue, the brunette took it upon herself to acquire the proper heeled shoes for the evening. Tasteful, not trashy of course .. it was a blind date. Trish wasn't pimping them out, and getting Lita out on the town in that red dress would be problem enough.
"Trish...?" Lita frowned, almost causing the technician at her side to tumble into the swirling foot bath. "Hellllooooo? Earth to Stratus?"
The petite blonde spared a glance, "Yes?"
"Where are we going for this stupid date?"
Trish shrugged nonchalantly, cool eyes regarding the magazine again. "You'll find out."
The redhead huffed, "Thanks a lot blondie."
"Oh relax." Trish waved it off, setting the magazine aside after she had regarded her spot. "It's just a date-"
"A blind date."
"Whatever, it's only a date."
"A double blind date."
"Right."
"This is a double date .. right?"
"..."
The redhead rolled her eyes, "That's it, I'm not going."
"Yes, you are."
"But-"
"You're going." Dawn stated with an authoritative air. "That's final."
"But-"
"Nope, sorry." Trish quipped easily as she picked up her magazine. "Reservations have been made .. you're going."
"But-"
"You're going." Dawn and Trish stated in unison. "Stop arguing."
Lita scowled. "Fine."
"..."
"But-"
The magazine was set down calmly. Trish smoothed her blouse, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled sweetly to the technician as she requested a moment with the redhead.
"You're going. Stop arguing about it, because it's no use. It's a blind date, not your death sentence so just lighten up and enjoy this expensive spa treatment that I'm paying for."
"I hate you."
"I know." Trish tossed her hair over her shoulder, blowing a kiss to the redhead before she resumed her seat across from her. "You'll thank me later."
...
Afer that, no further words were spoken. Everytime the redhead tried to speak .. Dawn or Trish would fix her with a look. A look that meant, complain and die. Lita understood it all too well, because she had damn near perfected that look. So it figured that now, they would use it against her. At one point, Lita sullenly agreed that she was enjoying the pampering. But, that was all she agreed to. She was still against the whole date notion, even as she sat ..rather impatiently..as the stylist teased her re-touched red locks. Beside her, Dawn was instructing the stylist on what to do and what she should absolutely not do. That stylist looked to be in fear, but got over it soon enough. An for her part, Trish was sitting across from them again .. with the same magazine in hand. It was also then, that the petite blonde informed them, their dates would be at the hotel suite at 7:00 p.m. sharp. To the redhead, it meant a window of three hours to think of a way out of it. To Trish and Dawn, it meant a window of three hours to somehow ruin the black dress and get Lita into the red one.
Trish had excused herself twice during the makeovers. Once to use the restroom and the second instance to make a phone call. Upon her return from the phone call, Dawn was finished and sitting primly waiting for the petite blonde. Lita, on the other hand, was arguing with her stylist for the fifth time about her hair. It was at that moment that, Dawn and Trish decided to intervene. The two Diva's circled the redhead and the stylist, Dawn tilting her head in an inquisitive manner while she met Trish's equally inquiring gaze in the mirror. They looked at the stylist, then at the up-do that Lita was sporting. Her red locks were curled, but not overly so. Most of it was piled atop her head, spilling out of a loose bun. The remaining strands were framing her face, with three trailing down the back of her neck. Lita sported a frown, the stylist a look of defeat. Finally, after a tense moment, Trish and Dawn gave the verdict. Much to her chagrin, they took the stylist's side.
Damn them both.
Author notes:
Short series-ish, 6 parts max. One chapter to each date, next chapter to cover the pre-date prep.