Honestly, Wash was so fucking grateful for having been hired on at the gym as a personal trainer. Literally so fucking grateful. Why? It meant near-continuous access, a useful and important thing for a guy whose…yeah, let’s not go into how…put simply, we saw a manifestation of the inside of Wash’s head one time and it wasn’t pretty. The point is, gym access meant he could do other things, when cats just wouldn’t cut it. And here he was. Being majestic and space-marine. In the gym.
The blows that he landed on the punching bag didn’t falter when footsteps neared. All he did was grunt out a, “– You here to watch or join?”
Wynonna was angry. Not a feeling she was unfamiliar with, but strange nonetheless, because she was angry at everything and nothing in particular. Rationally, she knew it was no one’s fault her life sucked majorly, and she knew it had been her own decision to give up her baby to protect her, yet, she couldn’t help blaming the universe and detesting everyone around her who was happy.
She needed to blow off some steam, she decided, and that was how she found herself at the gym. Usually, she would have hit up a bar or a night club, drink too many shots and end up warming the bed of some guy she would never see again. That was a fine solution too, but right now she felt more compelled to beat up something, someone, anyone.
Raising an eyebrow at the guy and his flippant question, Wynonna said, “Join.” She was not a fighter exactly, more of a gunslinger, but hey, she could hold her own if it came down to it. “But the eye candy doesn’t hurt,” she added, her smile somewhere between teasing, flirty, and just simply mean.
Wash put his hand out to still the punching bag at her response, ready and willing to get back to work. Alright, Wash, he told himself, time to be a human again. You can do this, Wash. You got this.
He turned to face her with half a smile on his face (just because it didn’t reach his eyes didn’t mean it didn’t count), and approached her, scooping up his water as he went, with an easyish retort, “-- Y’know, it wouldn’t be the first time. What’re you thinking?”