Dakota shook, allowing AJ to drag her back towards the living room. Both females ashen, devoid of all colouration in their faces. As they entered the room, Adam looked up while Jeff simply waved, intent on the television. Only when AJ dropped herself into his lap did Jeff really take in her apperance.
"Jay-Jay, what's up?" Glancing across at Dakota, who had fallen to a sitting position beside Adam. AJ glanced across to Kota as well, and sighed as the other nodded sullenly. "That phone call earlier... it was from someone... I dont know! They said something about Jessi, and... and... " AJ dropped her head into her hands, feeling Jeff's arms wrap protectively around her.
Dakota shuddered slightly, leaning against Adam beneath his own comforting arm. "We should be used to this shit by now... Why couldnt this happen to someone else?"
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"Where the hell are they?" Adam stalked back and forth, pacing the dressing room backstage. Jeff, only glancing up at the other, shrugged. Adam continued with his pacing, eyes narrowed almost barely open.
Dakota swatted at the hand of AJ, and promptly dove a plastic fork into chilled whipped cream, and two layers of chocolate substance. "Damnit, gimme some!" AJ whined, and began making threatening noises. Kota waved them off, and growled as AJ tried to eat some of the cake. The two where sitting in a stairwell, backstage at Smackdown and pretty much eatting like there was no tomorrow.
Boxes littered the stairs, bottles and cans as well. Another two bags from a local grocier awaited opening, and both females continued to fight over the cold cake. A small monotir stood nearby, as to the women could watch the show. Of course, normally they wouldnt eat so much, yet tonight they had the night off.
"Dude.. we need lives... " AJ stated, and chugged down something resembling Cream Soda. "Ahhh, Barq's has bite man!" She exclaimed, causing the pair to burst out in uncontrollable laughter. "Yes, yes it does. But what do you mean we need lives? I know people that would kill to be in our place...." Instantly Dakota silenced, playing absently with her fork. AJ, too, seemed unusually somber at the comment, given unintentionally.
"Jay-Jay, what's up?" Glancing across at Dakota, who had fallen to a sitting position beside Adam. AJ glanced across to Kota as well, and sighed as the other nodded sullenly. "That phone call earlier... it was from someone... I dont know! They said something about Jessi, and... and... " AJ dropped her head into her hands, feeling Jeff's arms wrap protectively around her.
Dakota shuddered slightly, leaning against Adam beneath his own comforting arm. "We should be used to this shit by now... Why couldnt this happen to someone else?"
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"Where the hell are they?" Adam stalked back and forth, pacing the dressing room backstage. Jeff, only glancing up at the other, shrugged. Adam continued with his pacing, eyes narrowed almost barely open.
Dakota swatted at the hand of AJ, and promptly dove a plastic fork into chilled whipped cream, and two layers of chocolate substance. "Damnit, gimme some!" AJ whined, and began making threatening noises. Kota waved them off, and growled as AJ tried to eat some of the cake. The two where sitting in a stairwell, backstage at Smackdown and pretty much eatting like there was no tomorrow.
Boxes littered the stairs, bottles and cans as well. Another two bags from a local grocier awaited opening, and both females continued to fight over the cold cake. A small monotir stood nearby, as to the women could watch the show. Of course, normally they wouldnt eat so much, yet tonight they had the night off.
"Dude.. we need lives... " AJ stated, and chugged down something resembling Cream Soda. "Ahhh, Barq's has bite man!" She exclaimed, causing the pair to burst out in uncontrollable laughter. "Yes, yes it does. But what do you mean we need lives? I know people that would kill to be in our place...." Instantly Dakota silenced, playing absently with her fork. AJ, too, seemed unusually somber at the comment, given unintentionally.