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[gotyourwallet]

[If one were to pass by the gym and glance inside, they would find Vie. She's bouncing about on the matted floor, practicing fighting motions, flips, turns and going through the actions of general fighting. The girl is moving rather well, footsteps practically silent as she slowly bends to do a lazy handstand. The motion is held for a short moment

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[idkmybffjoe]

Steam t'work off?

[He sounds interested. Pseudo-innocent, but genuinely interested.]

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[gotyourwallet]

[Involuntary grin goes here. Vie tries to keep it out of her voice.]

Only always. If you're up for the challenge, you're welcome to join me.

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[idkmybffjoe]

[She can try as she likes, he has no shame in putting a bit of a purr in there.]

Ah, see, ye might have to promise me you'll be gentle.

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[gotyourwallet]

[Vie laughs.]

I'll only play as rough as you like, promise.

[Her voice is entirely innocent.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

Me favorite kind of promise. [That's a randy chuckle. Filthy? Sean? Eh, he could do a loooot worse.] Gymnasium, ya said? Be there in a wink.

[A wink turns out to be more like two minutes, but a change of clothes and an elevator ride later, and a Sean bedecked in sweats, a grayed-out men's tank, and sneakers emerges from the shaft. The vines on his left bicep stand out in particular.]

Vie? Oiiii!

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[gotyourwallet]

[When he gets there, Vie is still on the mats stretching out her muscles. She's pretty darn flexible. At the sound of his voice, Vie turns to the sound and grins.]

Over here!

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[idkmybffjoe]

Showin' the mat who's boss, I see.

[He is well aware of just how flexible Vie can be. Especially with a partner.

But that is neither here nor there and Sean is slinking over to where she stretches like the self-satisfied mongrel he is.]

What's the score?

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[gotyourwallet]

Oh, the mat and I are done for the time being. He got tired of losing.

[She rolls to her feet and moves towards him, still smiling to herself. The tattoo on his arm earns an appreciative glance, as does the rest of him a moment later. Vie figures Sean already has a fair idea of her affections for him. For now, she makes no effort to hide it.]

So what about you then?

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[idkmybffjoe]

[And her examining of his parts puts a wide shit-eating smirk on his smug face. He tugs at a strap, rumbling a chuckle.]

I dunno, Vie, if you've already wasted the mat I just can't see how I'd pose any challenge.

[Sean drifts forward a little, making it look like an absent thing and not a keen space invasion.] Buuuut if ye'll have me...

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[gotyourwallet]

[She lets him approach, still smiling and when he's close enough, steadily reaches to lightly trace her fingers on his wrists. Closeness with this man is no issue to her. Looking up at Sean, Vie arches an eyebrow and offers a smirk of her own.]

Oh I don't know. If you're too intimidated by my obvious skill, I can always find someone else to scrap with.

[That said, she pulls away and takes a smooth step back, intent on putting that bit of distance between them again.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

Now that's just bein' coy.

[He stays put like a good boy. He does make a point of brushing some of her stray hairs back, before she backs off.]

Bestow upon me th'honor of a tussle?

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[gotyourwallet]

[Vie grins, nods and stretches her arms above her head. A moment later she lets them drop and lowers her stance a fraction.]

Ready when you are.

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[idkmybffjoe]

Fuck yeah.

[And that's all he needs to say regarding the matter. Sean takes the hunched stance he had during Fight Club, though he wouldn't be fighting to dominate her like he had Herz Hessian. The man shadows her, approaching in a tight circle.]

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[gotyourwallet]

[Vie can't help but admire the man more. His stance and fighting skill is a large part of what drew her attention in the first place and seeing it now from this perspective is one she rather enjoys.

She lets him approach to a set distance and then moves with him. Sure, she's letting him control the direction and general pace, but Vie keeps that distance at one she chooses. Smirk pulling at her lips, she speaks.]

Are we dancing, Sean?

[It's a joke and a hopeful distraction. A moment later Vie is swinging a quick punch for his side. The attack isn't really intended to hurt, assuming it hits at all, rather just get some kind of action happening.]

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[idkmybffjoe]

Nahh, that's for--

[He can tell she held back a little on that swing. Sean lets his right arm take the brunt of it, teeth flashing as if she'd told him a joke.]

--later.

[His weight shifts to his other foot, and the leg in front scissors out.]

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[gotyourwallet]

[She dodges it easy and moves to grab his ankle. If successful, Vie will pause a half second to return his grin and then attempt to lift his leg higher than necessary and push him onto his back.]

You seem so sure of that.