The Gym, Monday night, after Teal Dear's gig
Booze plus punk music plus storming out of two arguments in 24 hours left Nadia with rather a lot of anger to work out. So, instead of heading back to her room in her tipsy state (since Pippi would be there, anyway) or to the roof (where lord only knew if Cassie might show up again), Nadia went straight for the gym. As much as she wanted to beat on something with one of the practice staffs, she knew that, in her tipsy state, she was just as likely to smack herself in the shin with it, or something, so she went to one of the heavy bags instead, taking off her boots and taping up her hands and feet before setting on it with a barrage of punches and kicks that left her too breathless to bother yelling.
Yeah. This was good. This was definitely helping.
And if she killed the bag . . . well. It wouldn't be the first time she'd have to buy the school new equipment.
Yeah. This was good. This was definitely helping.
And if she killed the bag . . . well. It wouldn't be the first time she'd have to buy the school new equipment.