Drake had gotten up rather early that morning like he always did unless events from the night before kept him asleep for a bit long. Finding himself in the workout room that was full of weights and exercising machines, he was doing his daily work out.  Drake was 20 years old, he was six feet tall, had brown eyes and long, messy, shaggy brown hair.  His body was well toned and in good shape, though not overly buff, just nice and ripped with well defined muscles and a six-pack on his chest.  Most of his family liked to stay in shape, though many had other forms of doing it such as sports, his thing was to work out and lift weights.<br/><br/>He was working up quite the sweat as he sat there on the bench and started to bench press a bit with the bar, each time feeling the cold metal touch his chest as he worked out topless and only had a pair of shorts on and his shoes.  He figured the house was just starting to wake up, people were taking showers and saying their morning greetings.  He figured after he worked out and ate breakfast he would hope in the shower, for not though he continued to work up his sweat as he continued to bench press.