The Salle, Saturday Evening

[harpy_daughter]

Look, Surreal had learned a few things from living with Miley, even if they'd never agreed on music. Ever. In any alternate universe.

How to operate a CD player was one of them, and Surreal barely fumbled with using the right buttons. What blasted out, however, was not one of her former roommate's pop songs, but something a bit more to

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[genesishero]

Evan really hadn't been expecting much when he walked into the Salle today. He'd been planning on maybe taking a sword to one of the dummies, or just beating on one of the heavy bags, or... well, maybe even just doing push-ups or something, since he was feeling kind of guilty that the only training he'd been doing tended to include long-fall boots and portal guns.

So the music was a really nice touch as he walked into the Salle today, and turned a smile toward the other person in there with him.

"I don't know what opera this is from," he shared, "but I think I really like it."

... Pop culture was not Evan's strongest point.

[harpy_daughter]

"It's from Lucia di Lammermoor," Surreal replied as she spun around and gave the bag a vicious side-kick. ...it was entirely possible she hadn't managed to find the original yet and didn't understand this was a remix. "By way of a moo-vee about elements."

That was totally logical, really.

She followed up by launching a series of punches at the bag. "...Aren't you a little little to be in here?"

[genesishero]

Evan wrinkled his nose a little at that, and then stepped up to a heavy bag and shook his head.

"I'm just short for my age," he replied, giving a few quick jabs to the bag as a warm-up. "Usually. But that doesn't mean I can't hold my own in a fight or anything. I have before."

Against the guy who would have been Apocalypse. At least, for a while. He wasn't so anxious to be taken down so easily again. And people would try.

"Kind of."

[harpy_daughter]

"There's isn't a 'kind of' in a fight, boyo," Surreal retorted between punches, amused. "You either win or you get stomped."

Or it was foreplay with your girlfriend, but Surreal was maintaining he was too little for that. And not Cara's type.

[craftyladyparts]

"Not every day you hear people working out to opera," Jessica noted. Was she coming down to work out herself? Was she just out to troll people for fun? Who knew? It didn't really matter. The important thing was that she was here and she felt like a music critic.

[Have another person to be amused by.]

[harpy_daughter]

"Not every day someone is bold enough to comment on my music choices," Surreal replied blandly, giving the bag a kick hard enough to send it spinning wildly as she weaved around it. "If you put in 'pop', I might have to kill you."

Joking. Mostly. She wasn't allowed to kill fellow students.

[craftyladyparts]

"I'm bold enough to do many crazy things any day of the week," Jessica said as she fully came into the room. "But only if it's mildly amusing or better. Pop music doesn't quite reach those heights."

[harpy_daughter]

"Does pop music ever reach any heights?" Really, now, let's be honest.