The gym- laaaaate Wednesday night, pre-fire drill

[solo_sword]

Though Jaina often felt like a slacker, she couldn't be further from it. A good portion of every day was spent working remotely from Fandom, going over reports, being conferenced into meetings and training sessions with her squadron, making sure she was as patched in as she possibly could be, and trying to convince some people that genocide was bad. Much like she'd spent most of her evening doing. Usually she had the benefit of regular relief from the stress that came with that, and it wasn't even that she couldn't go without it. It was just that without it, the cranky side of her came out more, and add in the fact that John had been kind of an idiot and she wasn't happy with him, and all that put together meant she'd turned into a tense little ball of bitchy.

Anyway! So Jaina was in the gym at an hour that most people should be asleep, beating the hell out of a punching bag.

[Expecting one, but open for anyone who might be awake and needing to work off some stress way late. This week, I wouldn't bet against it.]