I12DT - Feeling Minor Aggressive Tendencies

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa was dressed in a tank top and sweats and was half-heartedly throwing punches at a punching bag. There was no technique or form, just the occasional punch. Every once in a while, she'd throw one with particular force, but that was the exception and not the rule.

((Open))

[Brigid Plunder]

Brigid eventually made her way in, and spotting Theresa walked over awkwardly.

"...hey."

[Theresa McMasters]

"I'll be done in a minute," she said by way of greeting.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Well, I don't need the bag or anything..."

[Theresa McMasters]

"Well, I figured you must want it when you came over here," she said, throwing one of her more forceful punches.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Look, I'm sorry about what happened in class. I just... I didn't want to let either of you down."

[Theresa McMasters]

"No. I get it, you don't want to be caught in the middle and I get that. You just picked a devil of a time to not pick sides."

[Brigid Plunder]

"I know," she sighed. "I'm sorry. I flaked."

[Theresa McMasters]

"Not your fault. Purely mine for putting you in that position. Makes me wish I'd never started that damn relationship. It's done nothing but screw everything up lately."

[Brigid Plunder]

"Look, maybe you just need something to take your mind off things?"

[Theresa McMasters]

"I've tried a bunch of things. So far, I'm 0 for... well, I've lost count. It's a good thing I'm not allowed to drink at this point although I kind of wish I was."

[Brigid Plunder]

"Yeah, but you mostly do those alone."

[Theresa McMasters]

"Well, I'm fresh out of people to do other things with," she said.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Look, I'm offering."

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa went quiet as she considered the offer, throwing a few more light punches at the bag.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Could show you how to really hit that bag," she teased.

[Theresa McMasters]

"I have a feeling that I would have a hard time learning from you," she said.

[Brigid Plunder]

"A lot of it's just practice."

[Alex Carpenter]

Alex walked in, ready to work out, his entrance happening about as much time after Brigid's as it would have taken someone to see his girlfriend dressed to work out and to change accordingly. Whatever witty greeting he had, though, died in his throat when he saw Brigid over with Theresa at the punching bag. Oh. Should have figured, he thought as he headed over to the free weights, scowling behind their backs.

[Theresa McMasters]

"No, it's okay. I'm really not that interested in learning."

[Brigid Plunder]

"Fair enough."

A bit of motion in the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she looked over to Alex, smiling when she saw who it was. She waved him over.

[Theresa McMasters]

Theresa looked over to where Brigid was motioning. Great. Paging Theresa for third wheel duty.

[Alex Carpenter]

"Hey," Alex said, walking over, trying to be... diplomatic to Theresa. Brigid was her friend, after all, for some reason. "Don't want to interrupt, I just needed to catch up on my workouts. Went a week without them and all," he said somewhat truthfully.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Well you might have some good ideas too. We were thinking of things to do."

[Theresa McMasters]

"Yeah, we were trying to come up with stuff you two could do together," Theresa dropped the bold-faced lie like it was the gospel truth. "I'm kind of bad at coming up with boy-girl stuff though," she said with a sheepish shrug.

[Alex Carpenter]

"Wait, what?" For some reason, this turn seemed to both surprise him and elicit doubt from him.

[Brigid Plunder]

"Uhm..." She too looked to Theresa dubiously.

[Alex Carpenter]

Damn. "Yeah, didn't think so," he sighed. "Look, I... can just see you later." Figures.

[Brigid Plunder]

"What? No!"

[Alex Carpenter]

"You guys are doing stuff, I'll just... go work out." That has to be a euphamism in the making there... "It's all right."

[Theresa McMasters]

"Honestly, Alex, we're not doing anything." She seemed to feel a little guilty about what her attempt at shifting attention had caused. "Changing subjects just appears to be yet another thing I suck at. Your girlfriend was trying to come up with something for me to do to take my mind off things and not having any luck."