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Camp Gym; Monday Morning.

After having been slacking around for way too long, Cal headed over to the gym that morning determined not to be distracted by breakfast, woodland creatures, or frighteningly optimistic redheads. Yawning slightly from the early wake up call, he came in, stretched a little, and then got to work on his bench press sets slowly to ease back into the trend.

[[ open gym is open! Although I'll hit a bit of SP in the afternoon to probably sit and wait at the Secretary of State for five hours. WHEEEE ]]

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Kevin was up early, so he decided to hit the gym. He needed to work off a few beers.

Gym safety being important to him, he walked over to the guy doing bench presses and asked, "Hey dude, would you like a spotter?"

Cal shifted a little on the bench; clearly, Cal was a gym safety rebel who spit in the face of proper technique, although he didn't exactly realize it. He considered it. It might be a good idea, throw on a little extra weight. But his privateness interfered and wrangled up opposition. "Nah," he worked out as he lifted the bar, "m'good." Pause. "Thanks, though."

Kevin hesitated a moment, years of gym training jarring with not wanting to be a pest. "Okay," he said, walking a few paces away and dropping to the floor to start doing his first set of push-ups.

"Though, if you, need help, just ask," he said between reps. "I'm, Kevin, by the, way."

Cal started to wonder if the offer came not just from general concern for proper gym techniques but also from the fact that his arms possibly looked too thinly muscled to handle the kind of weights he was pumping. He barely had to glance at the other guy to tell that he had probably fifty times more the body of the type of person to be in a gym than he did. He started working a little harder.

"Cal," he offered. "Nice to meet you."

Kevin finished up that set and switched over onto his back to do some crunches. "Cal, huh? Is that short for something?"

Johnny came in to get some morning weight training in before his class later. After a bit of a warm up session, he sat down on the end of a bench to work his biceps and arms.

Holing the dumbbells, he kept his back straight and head up. Beginning to curl in with his palms wrapped around the dumbbell, he reached out past his thighs then turned his palms up for the remainder curl until shoulder height. He concentrated on his biceps while he raised and lowered the weights.

He did notice the other guy and thought he must be a new kid because he hadn't seen him around, which could in fact be a fault of Johnny's since he hadn't been hanging around much.

Cal grunted at the question and tried to pass it off as just effort in lifting the weights. For a moment, he considered being honest, but then he wondered why he would have bothered with being honest when he'd only have to lie again after saying yes.

"Nah," he lied. "With a last name like Stephanides, I guess Mom and Dad thought they'd be nice and brief with the first name."

For the most part, Cal imagined that he wouldn't have a problem relatively just ignoring everyone else in the gym, but, after last week and finding out that people around her tended to be friendly when they worked out, he did offer at least a polite sort of lift of his chin to the other guy.

And thinking that it would be kind of nice if all the beefcakes stopped coming in and making him feel like a freaking twig by comparison.

"Cool name," he decided. "Short and punchy. I like it." Kevin was easy to please.

"Staphanides, is that like French or something?" He stopped his crunches to take another look at Cal. He could be French.

"How's it going?" Johnny offered after the slight gesture of greeting from the other guy.

Usually Johnny came in, did his thing, and left. He figured that's what everyone did when they came to the gym. However, nothing wrong with pleasantries if they were offered.

Kevin winced when he saw Johnny, but decided ignoring him probably wasn't the best solution. So he put on a smile and walked over. "So, um, like I owe you a bit of an apology dude," he said, scratching the back of his head.

Cal almost proved himself as a case for needing a spotter after all as that wedged a bit of a laugh out of him. "Naw, man," he said, a little red faced from the effort of not crushing himself as he slipped. He settled the bar back in the brackets for a moment, sitting up carefully as he decided that he might want to take a bit of a break. "Greek."

"Not bad," Cal shrugged a little in between sets, with a very unspoken y'know. Working out. "You?"

Arching a brow, Johnny gave Kevin a slight grin. "It's no problem, dude. Figured I'd see you again. What was it that shocked you into awareness?"

"Same," he said, glancing down at his arms but then back over. The guy was slender, built thin, small. Not that Johnny was checking him out, but that it was easy to see in a quick, casual perusal. "I'm Johnny Storm by the way."

"Oh, Greek!" Kevin's face brightened. "My boyfriend's Greek," he said. This, obviously, meant that all Greek people were awesome. "Maybe you've met him, name's Toby Moraitis."

"Cal Stephanides," he offered in return. "Nice to meet you."

"Well, there was the attack of the freakish pony things this weekend," he said, shuttering slightly at the memory. "And, of course, the change of scenery was a bit of a wakeup too."

Yeah, it was definitely a good thing Cal set the weights aside to pick up his bottle of water; snorting at the enthusiasm would have probably lead to a crushed chest. And he didn't exactly want to end up in a hospital for something crushing him again, considering everything that had happened last time. "Nah, I haven't," he admitted. "I'd've definitely remembered another Greek."

And all Greek people were awesome. Clearly.

"Pleasure," Johnny said and kept up with his curls.

"I'm not gonna say told you so, but dude, you've got to trust those that've been here a bit longer than you."

"Well I'll introduce you sometime," he said with a nod. It would be nice being the one introducing Toby to people for a change, instead of the other way around.

"So, um, did you get caught up in all the weirdness this weekend?" he asked. He and Toby had stayed inside, thinking it best to avoid all the strange horse things. Of course, they had made the best of their alone time together.

Cal drew in a reluctant breath, letting it out slowly with a rueful shake of his head, and then took a drink of water. "Yuuuup," he said. "And not only was I a pony, I also had wings."

Pause.

"That sparkled."

Cal was so over last weekend.

"I didn't know, dude," he said with a shake of his head. "I just thought you were like hazing me or something."

Kevin shrugged. "I'm not used to trusting people," he added. He did his best not to dwell on the past though.

"Sorry, but I'm not into that sort of thing and I've not yet seen it happening around here so I think you're pretty safe on that score," Johnny told him, his tone kind.

He shrugged. "Trust is hard-earned but from me to you, I'm a pretty trustworthy guy."

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