#sawyer003

Pushing the weights above her head again, Izzy squeezes tight, her long nails wrapping her fist as she tries not to dig into her palms. She’s a pretty avid gym go-er, something that tends to surprise people but as she puts down the weights and removes her fingerless workout gloves, she looks up and around to see what other people were up to. Izzy’s nosy, what can she say? That’s when she spots Sawyer from afar. With a grin, she stands, leaving her things behind to go and greet a way-too-hot-friend. “Sweaty and pumped— damn, baby,” she teases. Izzy’s very aware that Sawyer and Remi are a thing but they both know that her flirting is also just an inherent feature of her friendship. Plus, she’s happily with someone else. “Guess some prayers are answered. Although I didn’t really think that I was looking for you,” she teases. “Did you get Remi over here too?”

Seth shifts himself into skating backward, his eye continuing to peer over his shoulders as he does, keeping pace with those that are going in a similar circle pattern. At least there weren’t kids he could run into this way, facing Sawyer as he moves. “Dunno how you’re movin’ in those pants. Those shitty pleather or somethin’? Jesus Christ. Who got you in that shit? A crane?” Seth had his own issues with corduroy pants but at least they weren’t as tight looking as Sawyer’s.