@pvgilist
So, she may have broken in to a dojo in the middle of the night. It wasn’t like anyone was using it. And to be honest, she needed some place to train. Curfew was a joke to her at any rate. If someone wanted to fight her little ass about it, they could. She was in New Orleans on personal business and rules never applied to personal business. At least not for her. She started stretching first, making sure her body was limber and loose. Even if she didn’t have a partner, she could find a way to drill through her stances and movements. She was fairly certain there was a training dummy somewhere in the corner. She just needed to burn off energy, and Kodey, her werewolf boyfriend, was currently trying to sniff out her quarry. She had little better to do. When the light clicked on in another room, she froze, debating whether or not to run back to her bag and flee or lie. She chose to lie. “Sorry, hey. Door was unlocked.”