Gymnasium

[il_logic]

Who: Spock, Charlene, and anyone else who just feels like it
Where: Gymnasium-Deck 12
When: Evening
Warnings: informal attire? (now nc17 cause apparently we can't help ourselves.)

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[charl_in_charge]

"You're asking like I actually know what I'm doing," Charlene replied, eying the equipment with a shake of her head. "Aside from a few judo classes, my experience in this stuff is me wrestling my brothers which was much less about proper form and more about how to fight dirty so I could use the car." She grinned, remembering the time she'd nearly broken Darren's nose after sending him face first into a table with a surprise tackle while Darren was talking with his girlfriend. Driving the Mustang had never been so sweet.

Charlene was so used to being so painfully out of place anywhere but holed up in the warp core that she actively avoided being anywhere else unless absolutely necessary. But it was something she wanted to work on, so she didn't turn into that weird old lady that never left the Engineering deck. And if Spock was here, how much the better. Since she still hardly knew anything about him, other than the fact that she had to actively tell herself not to picture him naked so she could concentrate on making actual coherent words come out of her mouth.

"Maybe you could teach me something so I'm less 'crazy woman flailing' and more of a person with actual skill," Charlene said, using the sleeve of her shirt to wipe at some of the grease on her face. "And then I'd feel less idiotic and could come here and workout without the fear of looking like I have no clue what I'm doing. Start one of those regular aerobic workout routines."