The Gym, Late Monday Morning

Sleeping in was nice. Especially on such a cold morning. But as much as she'd like to spend the day as a couch potato watching the Olympics, she needs to get some exercise done. Bundled up in her sweats, iPod in hand, she headed to the Gym.

Once there, she stretched out a bit and then hit the trainer.



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soldtoarmenians: (tilt)

Re: Psst!

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-20 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think my clothes might be a little big on the gremlins, somehow. Unless they shrunk in the wash. A lot." Xander's eyes widened. "Or we got a new batch of gremlins in after they exterminated the old ones -- bigger, badder, and this time it's personal."
soldtoarmenians: (huh.)

Re: Psst!

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-20 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
He grinned, slightly evilly. "They don't haunt, so much as bite. Hmm. Unless we now have big bad evil ghost gremlins, wanting revenge on us for Smith having killed them..."
soldtoarmenians: (oldskool)

Re: Psst!

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-20 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I thought I'd grab some breakfast in town, and then maybe stop off and check out the new bookstore."

Xander snickered. "Before you go to the trouble of looking shocked, not to buy books; it's being run by somebody I know from home, sort of. I figured I should stop in and say hi."
soldtoarmenians: (volunteer)

Re: Psst!

[personal profile] soldtoarmenians 2006-02-20 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure I could find a trashy novel anywhere near Giles anyway; I think they might burst into flames when they get within 50 feet of him." Xander gave her a wave before ducking back out. "Catch you later!"