Thursday Morning Day 2
Sheamus woke up with the television still on and the sounds of the girls in the kitchen. He stretched and rolled onto the floor to do some pushups. He hadn't worked out since the day of the show and wasn't one who could miss workouts. It didn't take much for him to put on weight. Misty popped her head. "You're awake," she said happily and left. She returned with breakfast tray. He groaned at the sight of it. "You're tryin' to make me fat."
"I can go," Misty said. He laughed and reached out for the tray. She sat beside him as he ate another omelet. "We don't know much about body-builder food except no carbs and lots of protein. So you get omelets."
"About what I'd eat anyhow," he said after taking a sip of water. "And I like Muscle Milk."
"We don't have that. Sorry." Misty watched him intently and her staring was like an annoying mosquito. He hated the way she looked at him as if he was the love of her life. She gushed over everything he said. She wanted him to "make a muscle" which he did even though he felt goofy. She begged him to do a Brogue kick, which he had to explain to her was impossible while chained to the ground! He'd offered to do it though and even poured on, in a sappy manner, how he wanted to impress her but he needed to be unlocked. This time, she didn't take the bait.