closed starter for @desireloveandfortune location: at the Agoge Gym time: early evening
Maeve had their headphones in, but the mid 90s rap playlist was still easily heard by anyone in close proximity. They were dripping sweat, attacking the old punching bag with the ferocity of a feral animal. Their form was sloppy and if they had been against an opponent, they would have been leaving themselves wide open to attack. But Maeve wanted more than anything for someone to give it a try, give them a reason to beat them down.
They weren’t anticipating a gentle tap on the shoulder and nearly jumped out of their skin.
“For fuck’s sake, Fortune!” Maeve swore, taking out a headphone as they turned around. “Can’t you see I was in the middle of putting that old ratty bag in its place?”
