Disclaimer: I only own Dallas as of right now. I do not own any of the other characters, and I am no way affiliated with the WWE or the wrestlers themselves.
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The next day, Carlene was already patrolling the area, obviously searching for someone. Every so often, she'd stop a member of the stage crew or even a bypassing fellow talent to question them about something or another. Once or twice, the person she had stopped would point blindly in one direction or another and off Carlene would saunter. Many people she had caught by the arm as they passed to interrogate them had just continued to stare aimlessly toward their own destination and merely shake their heads at her questions as they went on their way.
As she stomped down the long hallway, Carlene did not look all that pleased, not at all. In fact, she looked angry, steaming even, and, with every foot she placed hurriedly in front of the first, the anger just seemed to bubble over that pot of hers even more. Step after step, foot after foot, her breathing grew heavier, and her eyes burned wildly with rage. She was obviously searching for something, and everyone in her way had better watch their backs.
"Dallas!" she hollered, her voice filled with quite a bit of resentment. "Dallas!" Carlene echoed her first word, hoping that her friend would hear either one of them. She shook her head, narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, and continued on her way.
After another five or six minutes of searching without any luck, Carlene leaned against the wall and began to ponder over the different places that Dallas could be. If she had been Dallas, where would she go first thing after lunch? "I knew I shouldn't have let her go out on her own" Carlene mumbled to herself, slamming her fist back onto the hard wall that she was using to keep herself upright.
Then, it hit her. "I think I know exactly where that girl ran off to" she said, a slight smirk on her face as she pushed herself away from the wall forcefully. Again, she began to make her way quickly down the hallway once again, only this time in the opposite direction in which she had originally came from. The sound of her boots clicking on the floor was almost loud enough to echo and bounce off of the walls as she walked toward the catering room once again.
Once she walked into the catering room, which was almost empty as it was already a few hours since the food had arrived, Carlene hurriedly glanced around the area. There were about fifteen tables set up, and a few very scattered wrestlers and stagehands joined each other for some late lunch, or possibly an early dinner, at a selected few.
Then, she saw the one table with only one lone person sitting down at it. They were all hunched over, and a plate wasn't even in front of them. Carlene knew it was Dallas right off the bat, as she always sat such as she was at that very moment when she was observing something around her. Her hands were folded out in front of her, and her eyes were fixated on a certain group of people.
Carlene stepped over to the table that Dallas was seated at and pulled out a chair, "mind if I join in on this little pow-wow?" she questioned with a chuckle. Dallas' head shot up and she quickly gave Carlene one glance, nodded, and then went back to focusing on the gaggle of people off to one side of the room. Carlene merely rolled her eyes and sat down in the chair that she had pulled out only moments before.
"What are you doing, Dallas?" she questioned soon after, quite bored of her friend observing the group for several minutes.
Dallas looked over at her slowly, "what does it look like I'm doing?" she replied, tapping her fingers on the white tablecloth that covered the entire surface of the round wooden table that they were sitting at, which was duplicated many times over to fill the room. "I'm observing my prey, sweetheart."
That was when Carlene actually became interested in her friend's little staring contest she had going on with the back of someone's head. "Is that the little tramp in the flesh?" she asked, leaning her elbows on the table and then proceeding to rest her head in the palms of her hands. She stared at the back of the woman's head, her eyes burning into their hair, possibly hoping that looks could kill. And, if looks could really kill, this so-called 'tramp' would be on the floor in a pile of her own blood right about now.
"Sure is, she's been here for over an hour. Meaning that I've been here for over an hour, if you were wondering where I was earlier" Dallas said with a slight shrug as she leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms over her head. "And, go figure, none of them have even noticed my existence yet."
With a laugh, Carlene lifted her head from her hands and rolled her shoulders in one swift motion. "She never does notice new things until they either slap her or stomp on her foot" she answered with a smirk. "Besides, you don't want her to notice you right now, that would blow your cover altogether."
Taking what her friend had just said under consideration, Dallas nodded in agreement and began to look around the room for the first time in over an hour or so. "Let's get out of here, alright?" she questioned, standing up from her seat and nearly knocking the chair over in the process. Quickly, she pushed the chair back toward the table and waited quite impatiently for Carlene to stand up as well.
Carlene followed Dallas' lead and automatically stood, grabbed her chair before it had the chance to topple over, and shoved it back into place. "So what did you find out so far?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest as the two began to walk toward the two wooden doors.
They both pushed the doors open with hardly a flick of their wrists and began walking down the hallway toward the parking lot. "Well, your fellow wrestler is quite the gossiper. I swear she talked about at least four different people behind their backs today, quite a feat if you ask me" Dallas replied as she nodded in thought.
"And you wonder why I asked you to do this job" Carlene said with a smile toward Dallas. The two friends and business partners continued on their way to the parking lot, where all of the trucks and cars that belonged to the wrestlers and crew were parked for the night.
Once the two were outside, the night's breeze hit them both square in their faces, sending cool chills up their spines. "You up for going to the local bar we passed on the way up here?" Carlene asked, looking over to her left at Dallas, who just shoved her hands into her pockets and nodded in reply.
Dallas unlocked the doors to her car and they both opened their doors and stepped in at almost the exact same time. Simultaneously both Dallas and Carlene slammed the doors shut right as Dallas started the car. "This better not interfere with what I asked you to do, girl," Carlene said with a laugh as Dallas rolled her eyes and quickly drove off.
