<div class="floatleft">(http://i.lv3.hbo.com/assets/images/series/ballers/character/s1/ricky-jarret-512x512.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Lucas Bishop<br/><strong>Location:</strong>From the school to the track<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Sept. 1st, 7:10 am<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Salem Summers<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Coming down to get some exercise<br/><hr/><br/>Lucas nodded along with Salem. A good compromise. The early run would strip off body fat, and the food after would get in the fuel to build muscle. He was pretty sure she'd see some positives out of this. He laughed a little at her teasing.<br/><br/><strong>"Good compromise, Summers. No vomit, faster laps. You'll be flying 'round the track soon."</strong><br/><br/>Bishop grinned as she jokingly threatened him. She had a fun little sense of humour about her. He'd known a lot of men like that at war, and it always died. No, that's not the right thought path to go down Lucas. She's a student, not a soldier. And she's not going to end up like any of the men he used to know.<br/><br/><strong>"Come at me, Salem! Take your best shot!</strong>He laughed in response, keeping the tone light hearted. He beckoned at her in a stereotypical fighting movie pose, as if challenging her to a duel. Shaking it off he replied to her thanks.<br/><br/><strong>"It's what I'm here for, helping out. And sure, we can race. I'm deceptively fast. Anyway, have a good morning."<br/></strong><br/>He watched her head off for a few seconds, then quickly discovered that was more than slightly a bad idea. Her body was tight and, despite himself, undeniably alluring. It was never an impulse he'd even consider acting on, but it was one he definitely felt. Perhaps because it'd been a long while since he'd had any real attention. He didn't tend to have the mindset, being too focused on training and working to put effort in. But, regardless, it was wildly inappropriate to think of a student in that way and he knew that. Turning to the track he slipped his earphones in and cleared his mind. Time to get the exercise in.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Scene End</strong></div><br/>