A secluded area on the beach, Friday evening

[willbethenight]

Friday. Beach. Training. It was on Bruce's schedule as a weekly event, even if it had only really happened once a couple weeks ago. He wasn't sure whether or not Jean would show - they hadn't actually talked since that weekend when they weren't exactly themselves - but he was going to be here anyway. If nothing else, he was at least going to get some work in on his kung fu forms.

Alone. At dusk. The way he liked it.

[But he's getting it the other way he likes it: with the redhead senior that this post is for.]