PART SEVEN
"Platinum?" Ken echoed.
Cindy just smiled sweetly, her gaze straying around the room, eyes narrowing when she seen Kane and Daria. When Daria held out a hand she wheeled herself back to Ken. "Do you bowl?"
"Bowl? Not really, why?" His eyes widened when he remembered the 'bowling for superstars' comment from earlier. "Oh…."
"I think we might be having us a game here real soon…"
***
Mands was just staring at Hunter, watching as he took in the room. Her silver/blue eyes crinkled in amusement when he cursed under his breath, they'd done a very good job of making the room a prison, albeit a relaxed one. When he turned his own gaze onto her, her head dropped, trying not to blush.
"So, was this a spur of the moment thing?" He asked sarcastically, perching himself on the edge of a chair, glaring at her like he really wanted to go off on her.
"No."
"This was planned? For how long?"
"Planned? Obviously." Mands snorted. "You think we KEEP a room like this just for shits n giggles? And as for how long, that's a nunya thing."
"Nunya?"
"Nunya damn business."
"I heard that!" Lamika shouted from across the room.
Mands shot her a grin.
***
Jox tapped her foot impatiently while Carlito used the bathroom, snickering when she heard him curse, guessing he'd found the bars on the window. When he came out she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "The glass is shatter proof too…"
"I know…" He grunted, holding his elbow, apparently having tried to break the glass through the bars.
"And if you even say it…" She pulled out a roll of her ever present duct tape, waving it threateningly in his face.
Carlito looked like he was biting his lips.
"Fine." She sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Just ONE more time."
"That is so NOT cool!"
***
Javelin was just content to stare at Ashley, though she wasn't finding him amusing.
"You got some nerve." She spat, pulling on her blonde locks frustrated.
He just nodded.
"Do you speak?"
Another nod.
"Then why aren't you?"
"You seem to be talking enough for the both of us." Javelin grinned wryly. "Besides, would you really care about anything I had to say?"
"Not really." She admitted.
"I didn't think so."
***
"Let me see if I have this right: You guys decided to kidnap your favorite wrestlers just because you wanted to…"
Kayla shook her head yes, afraid to open her mouth, fairly certain she'd say something wrong.
"I am so pressing charges." He muttered, raking a hand through his hair, looking irritated. "You know how much time you're looking at? Kidnapping, assault…"
"Assault? Where'd that come from?" She demanded, forgetting about looking like a fool, arching a red eyebrow.
"Threatening bodily harm." He amended.
"Much better."
