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Spoilers/Summary: See first chapter.

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Dawn's hotel room

.Dawn Marie scrutinized herself in the mirror, the brunette Diva eyeing her reflection critically before she turned to face the other Diva's. She did have to give the wardrobe department some credit.. The dress they had picked out for her, really wasn't that bad. It was close to what she would normally wear anyway, though the color was almost a little bland for her tastes. The New Jersey native was currently sporting a navy blue dress, the skirt cutting to just above her left knee and angled to show some of her right thigh. The keyhole halter style top of the dress was suitable, allowing the brunette to show off the jewels that had been left with her dress. Victoria was perched on one corner of the bed, the raven haired Diva currently decked out in a pale yellow, sleeveless dress; the hem just reaching to Victoria's mid calf. For Torrie, the wardrobe department had selected a baby blue colored dress, halter style with a flared skirt- the flounced hem just brushing over the blonde woman's kneecaps. Trish was perched on the other corner of the bed sporting a red sleeveless number with an ankle length skirt. And perhaps the most miserable of the Diva's, Lita was occupying one of the chairs in the hotel room. The redheaded woman was in black, only instead of a full dress- the wardrobe department had chosen a two piece style dress with a cropped halter top, laced at the sides while the skirt of the dress just reached Lita's mid thighs.

"Alright.." Dawn glanced between the four gathered, "We're dressed, our hair is done.. I'd say we're ready to go."

Trish nodded, the blonde woman's locks currently in a French twist. "Now if Li would just wipe the scowl from her face.."

Victoria rolled her eyes as she stood, "Like that's gonna happen anytime soon.." the raven haired woman sent the redhead a look. "Li- you don't look that bad."

Lita snorted in disbelief, her red locks curled for the evening. "If I wanted to show off this much skin? I would've let Dawn or Trish dress me."

The Canadian Diva rolled her eyes, gathering her clutch purse as she stood. "Li get over it. You look fine."

"She's right," Torrie put in as she also stood. "Li, you look great. I know it's a little short for your tastes but-"

"A little short?" Lita echoed incredulously, "Try too short. I mean, I can see myself wearing shorts that are short, but this?"

Dawn rolled her eyes, grabbing her keycard as she crossed the length of the hotel room. "Li, deal with it.. You look fine and besides.. There isn't enough time for you to change."

The redhead only crossed her arms as she moved from the chair. "Whatever, let's just get this dumb dinner over with."

The brunette Diva shook her head, grasping the doorknob when there was a sharp knock at the door. She raised an eyebrow, opening the door to reveal a tie-less but still suited Hunter.

"Yes?"

"In accordance with the script," Hunter held out a long stem rose to the New Jersey native. "I'm here to accompany you to dinner."

In the background, Lita made a gagging noise while Trish and Victoria outright snickered.

"I'm so glad that ain't me." Lita mentioned to the two snickering Diva's. "I'd die."

Hunter smiled broadly as he offered his arm to the brunette, "And the world would be a better place if you did."

He received a one fingered salute for his efforts, Dawn sending a look back to the redhead before she exited the hotel room. And since it was her hotel room, the remaining Diva's followed suit.

Trish had just stepped into the hallway when she was met with the sight of someone's dress shoes. The Canadian Diva blinked before glancing upwards to see Randy standing before her.

"For you," he held up a long stem rose to the blonde woman. "I'm not gonna be as stiff as Hunter, but pretty much what he said to Dawn."

The blonde woman smiled as she accepted the rose, resting a hand on the crook of his arm. "Thanks.. Even if it is just scripted, it's not every day I get a rose."

Randy grinned charmingly, the two then setting off for the elevators while Torrie, Victoria and Lita remained in the hallway a moment longer.

"Might as well get this over with," Lita let out a sigh, tugging in vain at the hem of her skirt. "Even though I'm really not looking forward to this stupid dinner."

Chris stepped out of his hotel room, smiling in turn to the three. "Ladies.." blue eyes fell on each Diva in turn, "You all are looking quite lovely."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Drop the charade Chris.. It's only dinner."

The blonde man huffed, wiping off his suit jacket sleeve. "Well fine then, see if I ask any of you to be my date."

"Like we would want to be," the raven haired Diva grinned impishly, "But you look okay Jerky.. Even if you do resemble a penguin."

Another hotel room door opened, Eddie stepping out into the hallway then. "Mamacita's.." he grinned to the three Diva's, "Who would like the honor of having Latino Heat escorting them to dinner?"

"This is just ridiculous," Lita muttered under her breath, "Can't we just cut the crap and go? I'm getting hungry."

Chris rolled his eyes, the blonde man touching a hand to his forehead before he strolled down the hallway to the elevators. And by the time he reached said elevators, three more hotel room doors opened.

"Man, why do they gotta put me in a suit," John grumbled as he slipped on his suit jacket. "I hate these things."

"I feel your pain," Lita drawled as the West Newbury native shut the door to his hotel room. "I don't see what the big deal is, I mean it's only dinner."

"Exactly," John smoothed out his dress pants, "This suit thing is just too stuffy."

Christian glanced between the two as he shut the door to his own hotel room. "Then why don't you two just skip out on it?"

Lita raised an eyebrow, "Well duh.. We can't, remember? We're required to be at this stupid farewell dinner."

"Actually, it's a dinner dance." Rey mentioned with a grin, "Didn't you check your script?"

"Well that settles it then," the redhead dug in her clutch purse, "If you need me, I'll be in my hotel room."

Victoria grabbed Lita by the elbow, "Oh no you don't." She sent a pointed look to John when he looked ready to retreat. "Neither one of you are getting out of this.."

"Well," Eddie grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at the two. "Since misery loves company.." Latino Heat snickered at the two when they glared, offering his arm all the same to the blonde Diva. "Well mamacita? What do you say?"

Torrie grinned, resting her hand on his forearm. "Thanks Eddie, I'd appreciate that." She smoothed out her skirt as they made their way to the elevators, a short wave sent to the remaining before they entered the next available.

Christian turned his sights to the two Diva's remaining. "Now this just wouldn't look right.. Captain Charisma walking in without a date."

The Sanford resident rolled her eyes, "Well you can take Victoria, John or Rey then.. 'Cos even if I don't wanna go to this stupid thing? I'm hungry." She tugged at the hem of her skirt again, swiftly making her way to the elevators.

John held up his hands, "No offense bro, but I just don't swing that way." He made his way down the hallway then, just entering the elevator before the doors shut.

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Eventually, Victoria ended up with Rey and Christian as her 'dates' for the evening. And by the time the three reached the lobby, they were informed that the other limos had already left. Due to the fact that it was a farewell dinner, limos had been acquired for the traveling group. And since it was still WWE programming, their arrivals to dinner and snippets of the dinner and dance were going to be filmed. Victoria nearly laughed at that as she, Christian and Rey entered the last limo. The conversation en route to dinner flowed easily; the three discussing the highs and lows of their respective careers. True enough to the crew members word, there was a cameraman and a photographer waiting when the limo arrived to the appointed restaurant. They paused long enough to get it on film and had their picture taken before they were escorted to the private outdoor dining area. Christmas lights were strung up on the lattice, soft jazz music piped in through the sound system. Five tables were arranged on the patio; Trish and Randy sitting at one table overlooking the beach while Dawn and Hunter sat nearest to the double doors connecting the patio and the restaurant. Torrie and Eddie occupied one of the tables in the middle, while Chris, John and Lita were situated at another.

"Christian, you're over here with us.." Chris mentioned as Christian, Rey and Victoria stood off to the side. "Victoria and Rey, you're with Torrie and Eddie."

The raven haired woman blinked, "Where's Bischoff?"

Randy took a sip of his iced water before he motioned to the last table, "Bischoff's sitting alone."

Victoria merely nodded, releasing Christian's arm to join Eddie and Torrie. "So if this is a dinner and a dance thing-"

"After you finish dining," Bischoff cleared his throat as he strolled onto the patio. "We're heading to another place for the 'dance' part."

"Fun, fun.." Lita shook her head, a hand grasping the iced water before her. "How long are we gonna be there?"

Bischoff shrugged as he seated himself, "Two hours, give or take. They want to get at least everyone on camera while they're on the dance floor."

The redheaded woman arched an eyebrow, "What if we can't dance and why all of us? I mean, wouldn't it make more sense to just get the 'couples'?"

Again, Bischoff shrugged as he set his napkin in his lap. "I'm merely relaying what the master script said.. As for the if you can't dance part? Too bad."

Chris rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his iced water. "Well this should be fun." He shook his head as he addressed Christian, John and Lita. "I can't tell you all how much I'm looking forward to it."

Lita smiled dryly, "About as much as I am."

Chris nodded, setting his napkin in his lap. "At least the view is nice."

Eddie nodded in agreement from the next table over. "Yeah.. It's not too shabby."

Conversation was clipped shortly as the waiters arrived with the first course of their meal. And while they dined on their soup, Bischoff reminded the two 'couples' that their conversation was to be kept at a minimum. After all the script called for it and as such that was how things would be run. He went on to warn the others that they were to watch what they were saying, otherwise they'd be sitting at a studio when this was done to do voice overs. In turn, he received a few eye rolls; but they complied none the less.

"Man, this needs some Tabasco," Eddie took a stab at the chicken that was before him. "You'd think they'd use it here."

Lita wrinkled her nose at the main dish in front of her, "They put green peppers in my food. I hate green peppers."

John eyed the plate in front of the redhead before he sent a cautious look to his own food. "At least yours looks edible."

Chris rolled his eyes at the Sanford resident, stabbing a piece of chicken from his plate. "Why don't you just pick the green peppers out?"

"Because it's a vegetarian lasagna, and I can't pick the peppers out without ruining the food."

Victoria pushed her plate aside, "Why do the guys get chicken when we get vegetarian lasagna?"

Christian snorted, nodding over to Trish and Randy then to Dawn and Hunter. "What I want to know is, why do they get steak when we get chicken?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "Because McMahon is a cheapskate, that's why."

Torrie pushed her plate aside, her nose wrinkling in distaste. "This is just disgusting.. I'd settle for macaroni and cheese from a box over this."

Rey stuffed one last piece of chicken into his mouth before he pushed his plate away. "Let's just hope dessert is edible. Otherwise, I'm ordering room service when we get back to the hotel."

Christian smirked, wiping at the corners of his mouth. "Well it's not like the hotel rooms are on our credit cards, right? So even if dessert is somewhat edible, I say we order room service."

Victoria nodded, the raven haired woman sipping her iced water before she spoke. "That definitely works for me.. I mean, this is just crap."

Bischoff cleared his throat, sending a pointed look to Chris, Torrie and Victoria. "You three have earned yourself some in studio time." He raised an eyebrow as he glanced between Rey, Christian, Lita and John. "Would you four be interested in joining them?"

John rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath. "What crawled up his ass an' died."

"Or it could be a pole.." Lita batted her lashes innocently when Bischoff glared. "You'd never know unless you-"

"Please.. I just ate."

Lita merely shrugged, the redhead pushing back slightly from the table to await dessert. And just as some of them were anticipating, dessert turned out to be even sorrier than the poor excuses of a main course.

Christian poked at the dish in front of him, "Is this made out of concrete or something?"

"And they got tiramisu," Lita eyed the plate in front of her. "I swear if this is cheesecake, it's flying."

Chris grinned impishly, "Why don't we see who can launch their desserts the farthest?"

Eddie snorted, "An' subject those poor innocent seagulls to this mess? I don't think so, essa.. That's just cruel."

Those at the inner tables chuckled, the mass of desserts turning into a creative sculpture to alleviate their current states of boredom. And just as Bischoff was informing them that they all had in studio time; dessert was mercifully cleared. That signaled the end of the inedible meal; the lot of them pushing back from their respective tables. Dawn and Hunter exited the patio first with Randy and Trish behind them; the four then sharing a limo on the way to the next venue. The next group to enter a limo was Eddie, Torrie, Christian and Victoria leaving the last limo to Bischoff, Rey, Chris, John and Lita. Suffice it to say, the ride to the venue was subdued for the normally outspoken four. And it remained that way until they arrived to the night club; the five exiting the limo and subsequently escorted to a private lounge upstairs.