( @hailey--scott )
The older blonde male set the set of weights down by his feet a groan leaving his chapped lips at the ache in his body. After a week of rehabilitation Dylan was definitely start to feel a difference in his body now than before his shoulder surgery. Wincing he rotated the sore ligament, cursing under his breath that he wasn’t getting better in the time that he wanted. Knowing he’d get nowhere else for the night he called it quits and begrudgingly walked out of the private gym and started his way home flipping out his cellphone to search for a specific number. “Hey Hails... Just got done at the gym and was wondering if you’d be interested in a night out?” Dylan inquired tucking the phone between his ear and shoulder as he got into his truck. If there was anyone that could get the blonde back into a happy mood it’d be his fellow blonde Hailey, the one woman who had definitely given him an adrenaline rush that drugs definitely didn’t. “I promise I’ll shower before this time...”