“Who said I’m not missing teeth already?” Gordie joked, as he flashed her a perfect row of white teeth from below. He remembered as child though, playing street hockey, and taking a particular rough check from an older player and having a baby tooth go flying out. Pretty bloodily. Ah, memories.<br/><br/>The first set was easy, though on the ninth and tenth rep he did require a helping hand. He lurched up with a burst of energy, swinging his arms and feeling the burn in his muscles after several days of being at rest. The veins were certainly starting to pop. They placed the next set of plates on and Gordie got back down on the bench, smiling up at Irene a little uncertainly as he knew he wouldn’t be able to finish a full set.<i>In front of a girl, so embarrassing.</i>It was much harder, each rep being an ordeal and Gordie’s body tensed in every way as he fought to raise and lower the bar at a steady rate.<i>Don’t just let it fall on your chest after raising it up.</i>Irene offered encouragements and he managed to do the five. He was really feeling it now.<br/><br/>He gave an innocent shrug to showing off. Pushing 270 was simply a way of finalizing the work out, of going the extra mile to truly feel the burn in his muscles. He would be lucky to do a full single rep, let alone two or three. Pushing it was indeed a chore and his teeth were bared in a snarl of exertion as he pushed the bar up, arms shaky, to obtain the apex reach above. Irene started to hurl fierce encouragements at him, even calling him a<i>marine</i>. Was she ex-military? That made her even more terrifying and it gave him the extra<i>oomph</i>to finish the rep. It was a very relieving sound when the bar clanked against its holding alcoves, the weight entirely off his arms. Gordie just lay there a moment and panted, feeling sweat trickle down his body.<br/><br/>“Yes, that was. Thank you.” He huffed, moving to sit up and rolling his shoulders and arms. She returned the nudge, must more painful, and he simply chuckled and shook his head. “Got to get those gains or it all goes to waste.” Gordie agreed. “Well Miami doesn’t have a team but there’s one up in Tampa Bay. Figure they would send their scouting agents out here a few times a year.” And why not here? He got sunshine and pretty girls when he wasn’t throwing sauce skating up and down the ice cold hockey rink on campus. “Wanted a change of scenery and all. Can’t blame a guy for wanting to skip out on six months of winter for a change.” He smiled lopsidedly.<br/><br/>Irene moved to finish her workout but offered him rides in the future as well as tagging along for a quick trip to the local grocery stores. The notion of a drink, especially after a good workout, was very appealing. “Yeah, I’d be downskis.” Gordie told her with a smile, standing and stretching his arms, feeling the crack and lingering burn of stretched muscles. “I notice the rooms didn’t come with a fridge or anything. I’ll tag alongs. Here,” he took out his phone from his pocket and offered it to her. “Give me your digits and I’ll hit you up later for that shopping trip and drink?”<br/><br/>Gordie focused on tricep workouts for the rest of the session and spent a good hour and fifteen in the gym, before heading back to his room for a quick shower and change. Lily hadn’t returned and decided to send her a quick text about the shopping. Better make sure she would be okay with adding such amenities to their shared billet.<i>Yo Roomie, I’m going to pick us up a minifridge if you don’t mind the extra appliance. I’ll stock it with some good booze too.</i><br/><br/>When he was ready, he changed into jeans and a tight black shirt, his hair slicked back, except for one long strand that liked to drop down over the side of his eye and face. He sent Irene a text too telling her he was ready for the shopping trip and where he might meet up with her on campus. She had a car, that was lucky of her. It would be nice not to take public transport for once, which was often a hit or miss in terms of quality. After, he could get a drink and perhaps they could meet some of the other folk on their dorm level.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="31366" data-username="@LilGunner" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/31366/">@LilGunner</a><a class="username" data-user-id="39216" data-username="@Pastel" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/39216/">@Pastel</a>