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Solia was on the bar bell when she heard them, the cat calls. It wasn't an uncommon thing to happen, but everytime it did occur, she felt like she was being violated with the man's eyes. It was rude, unsophisticated, and oddly creepy. To have men you don't know, openly call out and say they find you attractive? Creepy. It was just plain creepy. Thankfully, the gym was fairly empty, except for a few old guys trying to burn off their raisin buns and prune juice. Solia sighed. It was 8 o' clock on an weeknight, and she was at the gym. They gym couldn't she have gotten a date or something? 'Oh well, might as well build up the muscles that I seem to lack' she thought, eying her flat stomach and skinny arms.



((IDK, TOLD YOU~~~*shot*))

The young brunette strolled down the streets with a small hot cup of coffee in one hand and the other resting contentedly in his jean pocket. He sipped the remainder of the hot liquid and threw the empty cup in a nearby trashcan he had passed. He took this moment to glance at his surroundings, and as it had seemed, his 'peaceful stroll' led to him being in a particular place in town that he had not seen before. He fixed up his brown suede jacket and proceeded to rack his brain for directions-- but even he knew that in that department, he failed miserably.

There were people who walked on by. People who he could ask for directions to get back to the club and back into his soft comfortable and familiar bed, but he disliked talking to strangers, and all these people looked shady in his eyes.

Walking at a faster pace he came upon a decent looking building, a gym of sorts. Maybe he could ask the person in charge there for some directions? He shrugged, running his fingers through his hair, he was quite desperate to get home at this point. It was a weekday and tomorrow was a new day for work, he wouldn't want to be late because he got lost in town.

Peering through the glass windows he saw a number of people exercising, struggling and panting. He blinked at this scene before him, inwardly thinking that the gym was something he'd never go to in a million years.. but here he was walking into this foreign place, wearing dark jeans while being covered by a snug jacket while everyone else was in skimpy clothing.

His eyes gazed once again at these people, looking at them very curiously and one woman caught his eye. She was someone he had met in the club very briefly, perhaps she could help him get back there? But he eventually decided not to bother the woman for a number of reasons. Then a raven haired man caught the attention of his light purple eyes, he recognized that back anywhere, since he was well acquainted with it. But he couldn't help but utter the man's name with a tone of surprise.

''Brad?''

Brad was minding his own business, stretching his arm behind his neck when he heard his name being called...in surprise, nonetheless. He knew that voice, and at first, he didn't believe it simply because this was the last place he'd think to run into the waiter. He turned, and sure enough, Kenta was standing there blinking at him with equal disbelief. "Kenta," he replied pleasantly, moving towards him to greet the man properly, when he heard his name once more. Maybe he needed to change it again, since it seemed to be so popular lately.

The tall man blinked over, recognition flickering across his brow. "Ah, Lady D'Belle. I thought you looked awfully familiar," he chuckled kindly, resting his hand on Kenta's shoulder in a friendly manner. He decided he wouldn't hug the poor guy in front of a customer and other men. It just might send the wrong message, and unlike the strip club, he didn't think the violet-eyed man needed to be saved from the current company. "No ma'am, I'm just as surprised to see the two of you here." He looked at the woman, being very mindful to look at her face and no lower. "A woman after my own heart, braving such a place."

His indigo eyes shifted to Kenta, a dark brow arching in a near teasing manner. "You, on the other hand, I'm at a loss for your presence, even if it is a pleasant surprise." A faint smile tugged at the edges of his lips, wondering if the waiter was as lost as he looked.

"After your heart Brad? No, I'm after muscle. A s I seem unable to gain any." Solia laughed, flexing her skinny arm. Her eyes flashed over Kenta. "Did you get lost? Its pretty easy too, considering the roads at this time of night." Understanding ringed in her voice. She sucked at directions so, it wasn't that hard for her to imagine getting lost in the city.
But...She contemplated letting him remain with Brad. The way Brad was touching Kenta...the way Kenta was trying to avoid him...She would keep the fact she had a GPS to herself.
"What brings you to this side of town anyway? Not a lot of tattoo and piercing shops around here!" She joked.

He turned to the woman and nodded his head, a bit embarrassed that she had seen right through him. ''Yes. I got confused with the way...unfortunately I am not very good with directions'' he looked back at the host, ''I often take walks but on this particular night I evidently walked a little too far from the club.''

''Tattoo's and piercings?'' he knitted his eyebrows slightly, ''No those things are not for me'' but then he paused, realizing the irony of his own lip ring with the words he had just said. He brought his finger up to his lips and tapped the silver lightly as he spoke ''Trust me, this one is enough. Is Miss Solia fond of things like that?''

Kenta watched as Brad moved towards a particular machine and cleaning it up a little, and the waiter took this opportunity to glance at the man's toned arms and well... toned everything. Glancing at his own frame he blinked, not quite sure if that kind of body would fit him. He was too busy wrapped in his own thoughts and as Brad spoke of keeping the lady company he glanced back at the woman. ''I guess that's no problem. I doubt that i'm going to do any exercising but i'll just watch''

Solia laughed. "Oh no Kenta," she swallowed the remaining laugh. "I'm not really fond of tattoos or piercings, unless they have a meaning to them." She eyed his lip ring. "Does yours have such significance?" She realized the invasiveness of her question. "Sorry, but, I am just a bit curious. Um, you could do treadmill or weights, they don't really require you to get 'in gear' so to speak." She faintly blushed, trying to ignore her mistake.

Solia heard the familiar crash of a runner falling on a treadmill. How did she know? A few times ogling men while running had lead to her becoming intimate with the floor. "Oh no, why don't you stay with Brad Kenta. I'll go see to the person who fell." Rushing over to help the fallen man she was greeted by familiar hair. Oh gods it couldn't be. "Niff?" She asked.

Kenta drifted away once again in his own thoughts, he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight, as Solia asked about the significance of his lip ring. But before he could muster up a decent answer she told him of some equipment he could use. This remark led him to raise his eyebrow, since he could not see himself do any of the things they were doing--- let alone figure out how the machines work.

For the sake of a reply he looked at Solia, ''About the lip ring, yes. There is a significance.'' ..but 'significance' was an understatement. ''Alright'' he nodded to the woman as she rushed to a man who seemed to have fallen for some reason.

Now Kenta was standing there alone again as each did their own thing. He placed his fingers once again on his lips, fiddling with the piece of jewelry until finally remembering about the other man. Turning to Brad's direction he eyed the older man curiously, as if waiting for something to happen.

He tilted his head to the side, a questioning look on his face as Brad sat there. ''Hm?''

Solia wanted to hit herself. Or better yet, him. "No, I came alone, Mr. Lee did as well." Oh she wanted to hit him, 'I bet he made the cat calls' she thought.
"I come here often enough, as it keeps me fit for my job." She scanned his body, nothing was broken or bleeding he was fine.
"You seem alright, I just came over to make sure." Solia began to walk away back to Kenta and Brad, making sure to add a little sass to her gait.
"Sorry I left so suddenly Kenta, what was it you were saying about your lip ring?"