Stuck on what video to make next, Leighton decided to go jog her memory. And her body. She enjoyed working out on the daily. In fact, she stuck to a strict schedule. Mornings started off with a healthy shake or smoothie, followed by work. After work she would find her self either hitting the gym or recording a YouTube video depending on the day. Today was her work out day. She recently joined a new boxing gym. It wasn’t something she was used to but it was 2018 and she was looking to start something new.
LT grabbed the free boxing gloves that came with her membership and was on her way to the gym in her black and neon pink leggins and sleeveless matching pink Nike shirt. She was a beauty guru. You could always count on Leighton looking fly as hell no matter where she was.
Dodger practically lived at the gym. She took the 24 hour gym thing very literally. A couple of the old ladies on treadmills, who Dodger had learned were only there to check out the beefy boxers, had gossiped that she was most likely a homeless youth. Yeah, at the age of thirty. Thank God for awesome genetics. She knew most of the regular attendees and when someone walked in wearing bright pink it was kind of hard not to catch her attention.
“You’re new,” Dodger sized the girl up as she strapped on her own gloves, half checking her out, half judging her. “You sure you’re in the right place? This gym is kind of badass central.”
