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The gym was nice enough to let her work out in an empty room where she put out all the mats she could get her hands on. Apparently they did dance classes and yoga twice a week but other than that the room wasn’t used very often so she was pretty much able to use it every time she was able to find the time to get to the gym. Perfect really since she didn’t want an audience. Not for this.

Abby turned on her playlist and started to stretch. After she warmed up, that's when she started to use the space. First a few bounce dance-like steps, then she added in a jump or two, followed by a cartwheel. All executed without an issue. As she really got into it she started to do more of the kicks until she missed and landed on her back with a thump. “Bloody hell,” she softly cursed as she got to her feet.

It was rare for Damien to be out at one of the public gyms in destiny city since he had his own at home. But he figured it wouldn't hurt to get out and socialize. He also needed to practice for one of his upcoming fights, he had a feeling it was going to be a bit difficult, the young ones always had the advantage of youth on them where as he was still in his prime but that didn't mean he could slack. In fact he had to try even harder to make sure he was beyond peak with his body. It's why he was the cook in the house and not his wife [bless her but they both knew cooking was not her forte], meals needed to be healthy but also tasty for the boys and his oldest who wasn't as picky. There was also the family [cause it was either his house or Xanders when they had get togethers. He was usually the cook when it came to his house, chef was not about to let him in the Jacob’s kitchen], and his daughter’s best friend and now boyfriend [Ever was a good kid, he just gave him hell for the fun of it].

Currently he was just lifting weights, listening to some power workout music in his headphones.

After a few more minutes of trying to actually finish her pattern, and failing most of the time, she decided a change of scenery was very much needed. Abby moved from the space she had been practicing into the weight lifting area, she needed more muscle mass in her upper body if she wanted to pull off a few of those lifts easier. She was halfway through a series of reps when a young man that was brimming with more testosterone than brain cells sauntered up to her and started to try to chat her up.

She politely ignored him at first and then when it became clear that he wasn’t picking up that hint she flat out told him she wasn’t interested. That apparently was the wrong approach since he started to get loud and belligerent. Abby glanced around to see if anyone was going to come get this t**t out of her face, her anger starting to grow. How bad would it be if she laid him out? She liked this gym! She didn’t want to get kicked out because of some asshat like him! “Listen, I am not interested. Leave. Me. Alone.” Each word was bitten off with a proper British accent that was getting stronger and stronger as her anger built.

Damien was almost done with his reps when the commotion caught his attention. Why did the younger ones feel the need to hit on every pair of tits and a** they saw? Granted he was pretty promiscuous when he was that age but there was a certain etiquette to getting a girls number. Blatantly hitting on them was not the way to go about it, at least it wasn't for this girl. With a sigh, Damien tried to give the girl enough tries to get it on her own, not wanting to appear to be some sort of white knight [he really wasn't]. When it seemed like the guy was not about to let up, he gently set down his weights, cracking his neck and knuckles just in case this would get messy.

It was a good thing the kid was shorter than him.

He walked over, clearing his throat as he stood behind the male, “Yo, think she said she wasn't interested buddy. Might want to take that hint before you end up outside of this gym.” The male turned to him, sizing him up before he opened his mouth to ask why it was any of his business, is this your girl? Damien busted out laughing, almost holding his stomach, “Boy that girl looks like she's the same age as my daughter, aint into statutory…Now that's out of the way, beat it.” He pointed his thumb over his shoulder and the younger male, not wanting to be kicked from the gym, moved away from the girl, mumbling some choice words under his breath. Damien looked at the young lady, “You good?” He wanted to go back to his weights, but figured it would be the polite thing to do by checking in with her.

A brow went up when the large man strode over and promptly chased off the annoying brat, she was a bit surprised since the guy had been so very focused on his own work out. She hadn’t thought he was aware of anything really going on in the gym. Abby was also a bit surprised that the little s**t had the stones to try to bluster his way past leaving. Since neither turned out true she could only be pleasantly take aback at her rapid change in annoyance levels.

“Thank you. I appreciate the assistance. I would have loathed being kicked out for decking him.” She thanked the muscled man, nodding her head slightly in acknowledgement. Abby hesitated a moment before asking her ‘savior’ a favor. “Do you mind if I use one of the stations around you just in case the p***k comes back? I’ve got to work on my weight training anyway so…” She trailed off with a shrug. If not, no biggy, maybe she could just call it quits for the day.

Ahhh…She wanted a buffer.

Damien shrugged, “Sure kid, knock yourself out.” If it meant he could do his workout peacefully then he was more than willing to let her be by him and use him as repellant. He went back to his weights and continued lifting, music blaring in his ear.

Abby nodded and followed after the big man, easily continuing her time at the gym knowing that no more ******** dicks would bother her. Having a gym buddy wasn’t such a bad idea after all if they were as helpful as the man had been. She might have to look into that eventually.