Late the very next day, Dallas was sitting in her hotel room, fiddling with the laces of her shoes. She seemed bored out of her mind, but she actually quite busy with other things at that moment, as in planning her sneak attack that she had been assigned to do that very day. In fact, at that very moment, she was only putting on the shoes she knew could get her out of any tough situation, for she somehow seemed to run her very fastest in them and if they made contact with any part of the body, they would leave quite a mark.
Dallas stood quickly, shoving a few pieces of her hair behind her hair as she did so. She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand and sighed, "two hours and counting" she said to herself with a small grin spreading across her face. Her plan would be set in motion in only a few short hours, and Dallas knew that she would have to be ready for just about anything.
She had it all planned out in her head; she'd been working it all out during the last two days. All she would have to do was follow the girl to her dressing room, without being seen of course, and merely wait until no one else was around. Then, she could easily kick in the weak wooden door, get in a quick little beat down and get the hell out of there before the bitch let out a shriek loud enough to get the attention of anyone else in the building fast enough to get to the room before Dallas had the opportunity to run for it.
But, Dallas knew that things probably would not go as planned. She knew from experience that there would always be that one person that was in earshot range and they would come running to save the day of the little prince or princess who was getting their well-deserved punishment from Dallas herself. And, in this situation, if she was caught in the act, she knew that no one would hesitate to give her a taste of her own medicine. Meaning, she'd get tossed around quite a bit for the most part.
With a shake of her head, Dallas stretched her arms over her head slowly. She stood on her toes and reached up toward the white ceiling with her hands, her palms facing upward. Obviously, she was trying to get quite a stretch out of her arm muscles. She'd have to stretch every muscle in her body to get ready for what she was about to face, in a public place none-the-less.
After a few minutes of stretching her legs and arms, she stopped and rolled her shoulders backwards, and then leaned her head back for a few moments. She then lifted both of her hands to the back of her neck and began to rub and massage small and smooth circles into her burning skin, trying to relax her aching neck muscles. Dallas hadn't done this kind of prepping for anything in a long time, she hadn't had to, but she realized that, if she wanted to get anything done later that night, she'd have to ease out all of her rough patches.
Dallas walked over to the nightstand and picked up a small, red object, holding it in the palm of her hand. It was a pocketknife. She flicked it open and watched as the blade glittered in the hotel room's lighting. "If she tries anything, I'll be ready for her" Dallas mumbled to herself as she snapped her small yet effective weapon of choice shut and shoved it deep into the front pocket of her faded jeans. Nine times out of ten, she had not had to use the small blade, but, if need be, Dallas had no problem what-so-ever in slapping it open and putting it to use.
Sitting back down on the bed silently, Dallas lifted her legs up and under her body quickly. Then, suddenly, she began searching the room frantically with her eyes. She was looking for something, obviously, and her eyes seemed to tear the room inside out as she did so. "Shit" Dallas said out loud, "Where are they?"
As she stood up very quickly, Dallas began to tear up the room in the process of searching for these mysterious objects of hers. She threw the clock on the wooden nightstand to the floor, nearly ripped the drawers to the dresser completely out, threw many shirts out of her suitcase, and almost flipped the bed over in the process as well.
Dallas pulled the drawer in the nightstand open and sighed with relief as she shuffled the few pieces of papers in there around. She gripped one of the few objects that had been in there in her hand and brought it up close to her face. Her car keys. She laughed slightly as she twirled the keys on her index finger, swinging them in a clockwise motion. "I wouldn't be going anywhere if I didn't have these" Dallas said entirely to herself with a shrug and a small smile growing on her face.
About half an hour later, Dallas tilted her head to one side, and stared over at the red numbers of the clock, which was still on the floor from when Dallas had shoved it off of the nightstand earlier in her desperate search to find her car keys. "I better get a move on" she grumbled to herself as she walked, dragging her feet slowly, toward the door.
Before she opened the door, she somehow skillfully managed to get her black leather jacket on with one hand, while slipping on her dark sunglasses with the other. She checked her coat pocket just to make sure that she still had her card key in there from the last time she had gone out. Once she knew that the card key was still there, Dallas blew at the few strands of hair that fell into her eye, and then she gripped the doorknob in her hand. Quite forcefully, Dallas pushed the door open, and stepped out into the almost entirely empty hallway.
"This is going to be a very long night," Dallas said as she slammed the door shut behind her with her foot. "A very long night."
