Irene had, admittedly, enjoyed the party. She had been comfortably intoxicated by the end of it. Though that was more due to her flash of vodka and wine rather than the few beers during beer pong. She was alert enough to take some ibuprofen and chug down water before sitting the sack. Her alarm blared with the dulcet tones of a<a class="link link--external" href="https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=cqmLIAKYcIw" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">SALVO warning alarm</a>. Nothing got an ass out of bed like the threat of inbound missiles. She groaned but hauled herself out of bed. The newest chapter of her life was about to begin in earnest.<br/><br/>She had promised to take Erin to the gym with her and didn't fail the task. Irene pounded on room 103 until she got a response and hauled Erin off to the gym. As expected they'd run into other early bird gym rats like Gordie. Irene was a bit relieved, while Erin was a good model of fitness she didn't fully trust her, yet, to spot the couple hundred pounds she liked to push. Of course she was stern with Erin, barking at her to push harder, do more but always congratulatory when the girl did well. Irene was sure she'd make a great powerlifter if she stuck to the routines.<br/><br/>Classes were easy enough. She scheduled most of hers to be in the morning. College kids were lax and didn't seem to have much discipline so early classes tended to be quieter. She shared a couple classes with the group she'd met but she was far quieter in class, focused and task driven. Lecture was not a time to catch up or chit chat. Afternoons were free and, since it was the beginning of the year, a bit more relaxed. Once the year ramped up she fully anticipated spending most of her free time studying.<br/><br/>The week flew by, classes mostly just going over rules, expectations, and the syllabus. Waste of damn time really. Expectations should already be known. Every morning she picked up Erin and Gordie to hit the gym with them, establishing a pleasant little routine. She might ease up on weekends. Might. For her schedule classes were over at 1300 and she was free until 0700 on Monday. Gordie had convinced her to give ice skating a try, something she'd never done before, and the school ice rink would be open friday afternoon so she agreed to meet there.<br/><br/>Being a native Floridian and having spent the last eight years primarily in temperatures of up to 130 she decided to bundle up just a bit. The usual black leggings were worn with a tank top, long sleeve t-shit, and a hoodie as well as a black knit cap and black leather gloves. Since it wasn't a fully public rink, meaning no skate rental, she'd had to shop around to find a pair. Not knowing any different she'd ended up buying white figure skating skates.<br/><br/>Even stepping into the arena made her shiver and quickly yank the hoodie on. The change was better but marginal. Hopefully skating would generate the extra needed warmth. Irene plopped herself down on a bench to take off her boots, re-wrap her right ankle, and slide the skates on. How hard could it be? She stood up to give the skates a balanced test. Her left leg buckled and she wobbled a second before plotting herself right back down. She glanced around a second. No one around yet that she could see. Good. "Fuck me..." she grumbled. Maybe it would be a bit harder than she thought.<br/><br/><b>Location: </b>University Ice Rink<br/><b>Mentions: </b>Erin(<a class="username" data-user-id="21745" data-username="@Aluora" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/21745/">@Aluora</a>) and Gordie(<a class="username" data-user-id="18515" data-username="@BennyQ" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/18515/">@BennyQ</a>)