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The set was busy, the word getting around quickly that their star had left them in the lurch for a while but they were professionals and knew damned well which side their bread was buttered, simply accepting the rewrites to the final voice-overs and few small scenes for continuity.
Dale was humming softly as he wondered if he should text Walt and tell him he was missing him when he became aware of someone watching him. Looking up he was surprised to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Perfectly curved and toned, the dress something Marilyn Monroe would have drooled over and her platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled to show her long neck and gorgeous little earlobes. Her eyes were green. She was …wow. He hadn't felt this way over a woman for a while, men his usual fare these days but damn … she was sex in a red dress. Then she started to walk towards him, the split in the dress shifting to let a long slender leg peek out and he wondered if she was a dancer. Clearly yoga or something …shit.
They were then face to face and she popped a hip, raising an eyebrow and he got this weird little feeling that he knew her … or should. Fuckable, sexy and dangerous like some sort of spy about to whip a gun up under his chin and …. It was a blade actually. Her red nails glistening with glitter. Wow, cute …some …wait. Bitch has a knife to my throat?
Dale was suddenly very still and very attentive as she leaned in, her lips parting to show perfect white teeth.
"Listen to me fuckface. I will only warn you once … you EVER sniff around Walter again and I will have you disappeared. The Hoodlum Clan will make sure no one finds your pieces … if you get what I mean." She snarled and he knew her now. Holy fucking hell. Babs? No little girl, no young lady … this was a fully fledged siren here about to gut him like a fucking fish. What the hell?
"Dale. I need you to voice your agreement here. You will agree to stop sniffing around my brother and I will promise not to have your skin removed from the rest of your body while you are still more or less alive. OK?"
He squeaked in what he hoped was an agreeable way as she stared into his eyes a moment longer, then withdrew the blade "Good. Good boy. Now … fuck off and make sure you finish your scenes. Do not be surprised if your contract is not there next season … we do not need you. Walter does not need you. And as for you … I think breathing is something you like to do, so go make sure you are allowed to continue that. Hmmm? You do not know me at all … pray you never do!"
Dale was sure he had wet himself, maybe something else had squeaked out as well, the huge man coming to stand behind the vicious temptress with his massive arms folded. He looked like he might eat him then shit him out in a hole in the woods or something.
Babs turned on her stiletto like Taddy had taught her, walking along the studio lot as people stopped to admire her. Papa here in this package too.
Message given and received.