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*Begin "Brink Club"*

*Enter Luke and Bard.*

*Luke and Bard fade into a gym locker room, generic in design. Rows of metal lockers line the tiled floor. Steam billows above from the showers to the right. It smells as a mens' locker room should of dirt, astro-turf, bad B.O., and less pleasant things.*

*Luke fades in facing his own locker, open to show dirt-crusted lacrosse gear, cleats caked in dirt and grass, all sorts of gear, extra sweats and shirts, towels, and deoderant.*

*As they fade in, Luke puts a hand up to Bard -- not to fight, but to shush him. The sound of someone cursing is heard at the front of the locker room. A fist pounds into a locker. The sound echoes, followed by footsteps that grow softer and softer, until they disappear completely.*

*Luke looks to Bard without explanation. He reaches inside his locker and pulls out a pair of gloves. They look nearly new.* Here. Suit up, pops.

*Luke looks in his locker. Had he been in the right frame of mind, he would have agreed with Bard whole-heartedly. Hell, some days even Luke didn't even want to put on his OWN rancid boxing trunks.*

*But right now, he sighs and says dismissively.*

Christ, stay here. I'll be back. *Luke lumbers out of the locker room, muttering something about finding a diamond-studded jock-strap while he's at it. He walks straight down the hall to his coach's office. He knows it'll be unlocked; his coach is still out on the field.*

*Luke grabs a new lacrosse uniform out of the back. It looks like it should fit him, so in all logic it should fit Bard too. He's been in here enough times to know where the loot is. Besides, Barry wouldn't care. ********, if Luke asked, he'd probably give it to him anyway...*

*As Luke walks back in the locker room, his voice unintentionally mirrors his coach's.* Here. *He tosses the uniform to Bard and smirks.* That good enough for you, Miss Hastings?

*At the hesitation, Luke motions for Bard to make way. He grabs his own pair of boxing shorts and a beat-up pair of gloves, that look like they've pounded their share of Everlast bags.*

*He goes around the corner and suits up.*

*The sound of other undergrad sportsmen coming and going can be heard.*

*waits for a moment and then calls* You done yet? Or do I gotta wait another hour to kick your a**?

*Luke comes back around the corner. He grabs a roll of athletic tape and a blue-netted bag from out of his locker. He puts his gloves inside and throws the bag over his shoulder.*

*He gave Bard a quick once-over. Yeah, he looked like he had everything he needed.* Alright, the rings are further down the gym. *He slams his locker shut and spins the lock.*

You sure you're up for this, old timer?

*Hospital... Luke laughs mockingly.* Yeah, the hospital. *He leads the way out of the locker room. He starts to wrap tape around his hands.* Talk it up now. You won't be sayin much after I break your face.

*mocks* Yeah, a one-inch stool. How long has it even BEEN since you've been to a weight room? Was I even born yet?

*stalks ahead* Keep up. Gyms've changed a bit since 1970.

*Luke turns to the blonde and is able to instantly turn on the charm. He gives an apologetic smile.* I'm sorry if this man is bothering you. I try to get him out of the home, but you know, I have a hard time taking him out in public.

*He turns the smile down to look sheepish.* I'm sorry. *points a thumb at Bard* He gets out of line, when he's not on his medication.

*smiles back, feeling back in control* I'm Lucas Blaize. I play on the lacrosse team.