Title: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Author: Luna
Feedback: Always appreciated!
Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, WWEATSBTVS, anyone else just ask I'll probably say yes.
Rating: PG-13, for the moment. I, however, reserve the right to up the rating should the need arise!
Type:
Pairings: Lilian?
Disclaimer: Vince McMahon owns the WWE. Nothing is being gained from this, except a need to pass the time.
Summary:
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of.
Anything else: Oh we must thank Paulena for this little bit of fun. (This is in response to the second Lilian challenge.) It was her challenge that made the plot bunnies multiply. I'm still not too sure whom I'm going to be pairing Lilian up with but as soon as I know so will you! LOL. I'm using these characters as I see fit. I'm not going to be going against the nature(s) of those involved. At least I hope I'm not. Any comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.
Author's Notes: All your encouragement has meant the world to me. It gave me courage to go on when I didn't think I had the talent. Thank you to everyone that reviewed. YOU'RE THE BEST!
Chapter SevenLilian floated into the room that she shared with Victoria, Stacy, and Lita. The foursome usually got some strange looks. Everyone seemed to think that they hated each other but that was far from the case. They were like sisters and always had each other's backs.
"Oooh looks like someone's got a secret," Victoria called playfully into the room.
"What's that," Stacy asked as she came around the small wall that divided the bathroom from the rest of the space. The leggy blonde looked from the raven-haired diva to the ring announcer.
"Guess who just asked me to the dinner Saturday," Lilian taunted her friends as she glided over to one of the queen-sized beds, flopping back onto it.
"By that display I'd have to say it's someone we like," Victoria commented.
"Or at least someone she likes," Stacy returned.
"Both," Lilian answered from the bed.
"So are you going to tell us or are you going to make us drag it out of you," the mercurial wrestler asked.
The blonde announcer lifted her head from the bed to glare at the two divas. "You know you two take all the fun out of having news like this," Lilian groused as the door opened.
"News like what," Lita asked, coming further into the room.
"Someone has asked our dear little Lilian to the dinner Saturday," Victoria answered.
The red head leveled her gaze on the announcer, arching a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Oh and who is this mystery man?"
Lilian could feel her face heating up. "I'm sure you already know," the blonde countered.
"She may, but we don't," Stacy said as she gestured to Victoria and herself.
Wearily the announcer sat up on the bed and faced the three women in the room. Running a hand through her blonde locks she said, "Okay but you have to promise not to laugh."
The three women agreed. Blue eyes regarded the others looking for a long moment. Finally she said, "Shane Helms."
The blonde announcer was met with three identical expressions of disbelief. She couldn't help it. Lilian laughed until her sides ached and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. The three divas glared at the blonde announcer.
"Great just great," Lita fumed. "We can't laugh but you can yuck it up. Do you know how unfair that is?"
Victoria raised a hand to her forehead. "Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight. The Hurri-dork asked you to the dinner?"
"Hey," Lilian and Lita said simultaneously turning to frown at the demented diva.
"O-kay. Sorry," the raven-haired wrestler responded.
"Well, I think it's cute," Stacy said, a sweet smile on her face.
"Thank you Stacy," Lilian replied.
"Welcome." The leggy blonde stood there for a moment before asking, "Um, you do have dress for the dinner don't you?"
"Well…" the announcer trailed off. "That's where you guys come in. I thought you could help me find the perfect dress."
The other three women in the room groaned. In their experience a shopping trip with Lilian was usually an all day affair. Lita thought the blonde announcer was far too picky. Lilian called it discerning. Call it what you liked; it all added up to the same thing, all day stuck in a mall until she found the perfect dress.
"Please girls," Lilian begged. "I'll even throw in lunch. On me," she wheedled.
"Shouldn't you be making that offer to the WWE resident superhero," Victoria joked.
"Don't you ever think of anything else," Lita asked with a roll of her eyes.
"Is there anything else," she asked innocently. The look in her eyes belied the seemingly innocuous remark.
"How did you ever get Kane to agree to go out with you," the redhead asked with a shake of her head.
"A lady never kisses and tells," Victoria answered.
"You a lady huh? Who'd a thunk it," Stacy remarked. She laughed when the mercurial wrestler flipped her the bird.
"Keep it up chuckles," the raven-haired wrestler snapped.
Lilian waved her arms in the air. "Can we get back to me please," she asked.
"Yeah, because we all know it has to be all about you," Lita teased.
The announcer raised a flawlessly plucked eyebrow at her. "Now that you know. Will you guys please go with me," she implored. She even went so far as to employ the big puppy dog eyes. When the other girls still didn't cave she let her lower lip tremble.
"Okay! God, I give," Stacy said. "I'll go."
The other two reluctantly agreed. With a squeal Lilian leaped off the bed and hugged each of her friends in turn. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You guys are the best!"
All four ladies grabbed their purses and headed out to find Lilian's dress. The ride down to the lobby was quick and they were on their way to the nearest mall. With any luck the blonde announcer would find an outfit to die for in the first store. It wasn't likely to happen. The other three women prayed for luck.