Juliet veered off the road and smiled when she stopped at the gym. Hopping out of her car, she locked it and dashed into the gym. "Hey Trey." She waved at the boy working at the front counter. He took in her appearance and dropped onto the floor laughing. She scowled at him and shot him the bird. "It's not my fault my 'rentals make me wear this frill." She said threateningly. "You have my gym bag?" Chuckling, Trey nodded and tossed her a small backpack. Her mood immediately perked up and she ran off towards the women's dressing room.
Left, right, right, right, left, kick. She thought and hit the punching bag with all of her strength. A few non-regulars stopped and watched her in amazement while she warmed up. Her hair bounced cheerily in her pony tail while she beat the crap out of the punching bag. Trey popped up behind her and smirked. "Ready?"
Juliet grinned and nodded. "I'm ready to beat the living crap out of you."
Trey rolled his eyes. "Like that's gonna happen."
Smiling, she rolled out a mat. "It's happened a lot, actually. And I have a lot of anger to vent out."
Trey paled slightly. "Another fancy party?"
"Yup." She popped the p.
"s**t." He muttered and then backed up, raising his hands in surrender. "I give, I give..."