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st_oryinsilence) wrote in
strangetrip2018-02-21 01:09 pm
[GP] training day
There was a trope that in prison there wasn't much to do except work out or read. As colorful as Madonna Inn might be, it was still a prison. And look, somebody had put together a library.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.
Put fifty some people, many of them military, adventurers, vigilantes, or superheroes of one stripe or another, in a prison with none of the urgent missions or near-death experiences they were used to, the fitness center was going to be a popular place. Maybe almost as popular as the bar.
... Probably not quite that popular.
There were free weights and weight machines, treadmills and ellipticals, yoga mats and exercise balls. A room set aside for classes, if someone decided to lead. A large square had been taped over an area of the floor off to one side as a make-shift sparring space. Sports equipment had been brought back from Bonesville for those who preferred more organized games. And those who had been stuck here longest remembered there hadn't always been a salmon ladder.
In other words, something for just about everybody. And you could usually find someone in there if you were looking for a spotter, workout buddy, sparring partner, friendly competition too.

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Alec leaned against one of the machines. "So you're the one officially sleeping with Bo, huh?"
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It was something in between an opinion and maybe a little jealousy. Something inside him couldn't quite let it go and he heard himself saying. "Well, good for you. I mean, I was definitely bummed when she said she wasn't going to sleep with any other dudes other than you cause -" Alec whistled "- the things she can do with her tongue." He shook his head with an expression that said 'wow.'
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He reminded himself that what Alec said wasn't anything Bo herself wouldn't say, which helped, but didn't stop him from saying, "Maybe she'd have made a different decision if you were a little better with yours."
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The side of his lips twitched upward. Somehow it felt good pushing Sam's button at that moment. Alec didn't really take the whole 'I'm not going to sleep with you thing' overly personal, but it still sucked. He had never had sex so good before.
He held up his hands. "Alright. Sure. Yeah, maybe." Not really though. "Just saying."
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"Duly noted," Sam said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
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"I'm getting the feeling you don't like me, Sam." H leaned against one of the machines, watching the tall guy.
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Sam turned away from Alec and went on with his work out. To say he didn't like Alec was an overstatement. Not liking him would mean giving him far too much of his attention. It would be more accurate to say that at the moment, Alec was an annoyance, and if he went away, Sam wouldn't think about him again until he had to.
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What might have turned off someone else made Alec's lips twitch into a slight smile.
"I'll grow on you, you'll see."
Amused, Alec turned and headed for his room casually.
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