Constant movement.
An anthill, working, in motion.
A beehive buzzing.
A hundred or more, each sitting and talking, standing and chatting or moving around in a variety of ways.
Workout.
This performance center put so many others to shame, a massive wonderous mind boggling building, inside and out.
'So much for Leo to do!' the SA crazy man craned his head back, then glanced around, seeing everything from foam rollers to rowing machines to jump ropes to a long saltwater lap pool.
'Where DO we begin?' roman elbowed his sidekick and laughed getting nudged in return.
'Leakee's leaking?' Leo frowned and eyed the rest room.
'No I went before we arrived here.'
Leo shifted on his feet.
'But I guess I could stay with you while you go, for safety.'
Leo beamed. 'Dripdry!'
'How about you do us a big favor and wipe clean this time?'
'Anything special?' Dean and S made quite an eyeful, a pair, close enough that anyone who didn't know them automatically thought of them as brothers, maybe even twins.
'Not yet.' S stared at cluster of males, a dark sneaky look, his body keeping warm beneath the layers, all black, track striped shorts, socks and sneakers, one holey moth eaten shirt over a gym tank with a oversized tee over all that, baggy black with tiny white lettering. If You Are Close Enough To Read This I'll Punch You In The Face.
'Nobody?!' Dean had his own bitter scowl and his own all black attire though his shirt read in larger red letters that he was an aquired taste.
'Nuh uh.' S scanned the crowd again. 'Too short, too tall, too big and too tall...'
'Please don't bring green ham and eggs into this.'
'Over tanned, not tanned enough, stupid tats...'
'I'm aging, S. Can you see my grey hair?'
S grinned like the wicked imp he could be. 'Crooked nose, Ginger, guy that looks like a chick, and Hell-OH!'
Dean looked over at the bench across the room, one of several dozen, when Drew was full body swaying to whatever he was listening to on his earbuds, Justin beside him in a stratching pose an exorcist would've ran from screaming in panic. 'Not him.'
'awwww but he's crossdressing!';
'Actually I think all Scots wear skirts.' Dean frowned. 'You can't have HIM anyway, spoken for.'
'I can steal.'
'For me, please don't. i prefer to keep them together.'
'Long story?'
'Nope but a sucky one.' Dean narrowed his eyes. 'The unpleasant kind of sucky not the fun stuff.'
'Moving on then.'
'You'll find someone. This place is a meat market.'
'And if I don't?'
'There's always the females.'
'I keep telling you I don't know how to work these things!' Finlay fussed and cursed. He HATED technology even this annoying confusion of a phone which Evan wanted him to use to snap a photo while he relaxed in a freezing cold water bath.
'Fine forget it.' Evan splashed and grinned. 'Plenty of room.'
'Youth, such a temptation.' Finlay smiled back fully.
'Yeah I know.'
'Let me go and grab our extra towels before we're robbed of them.'
'Then you'll dive in?'
'I'll join you, alright, you silly innuendo.'
Evan laughed and relaxed waiting for his beloved.
Ten minutes passed.
Twenty then thirty.
The water had warmed by then and he was bored and tired of waiting.
Stepped out carefully because of his foot and hobble-hopped from the room.
Fifty wasn't fetching towels.
He was chatting with some new creepy looking guy Evan had never seen before.
Talking and laughing and from the smile was enjoying his company.
Evan glared, a death look, and turned to hop away.
