19753/Harrassment, Bad Luck, and Heavy Things

Harrassment, Bad Luck, and Heavy Things
Date of Scene:	27 December 2024
Location:	Rock Wallz Gym
Synopsis:	Jen's being harrassed at the Gym. Aisling is her knight in telepathic armor. There may also be flirting.
Cast of Characters:	Jennifer Stavros, Aisling Caroll

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Jennifer Stavros has posed:
For once, all Jen wanted to was to get a good workout in. Pick up heavy things, put them back down. All a part of a well-toned body that she couldn't get in her shared penthouse. It was awesome for a lot of things but lifting was not one of them. The place was pretty crowded, a whole lot of very fit, very climber boys. Which Jen always appreciated but she wasn't here to see and be seen. Even if she was wearing as little as she could get away with - sports bra, skintight leggings, hi-tops. Hair tied back in a simple ponytail to keep it out of the way.

Unfortunately for Jen and for any other ladies looking to get some weight-work in, it was apparently Meathead Night at Rock Wallz. And Jen was more than a little tired of being leered at.

Time and place, maybe she's take a swing, see what happened. But not here, not now. "Look." she told the most obnoxious meathead, a pretty ripped guy covered in tattoos and shaved black hair. "Already said I'm not interested, so why don't you go bother someone else?" she snarled.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Lukcy Day? Lucky day...

    "Oi! Boyo! Back it the feck off yeah? Lass said to leave her be, so leave her be, before I make you leave her be. You follow?"

    So, much to perhaps the chagrin of men like this... the VERY Irish sounding sass machine with red hair, freckles, and two entirely differently colored eyes is boring holes in to the back of his head. To her credit, Aisling is also quite the looker and not just because she has one green eye and one blue one, but because she's tall, built like an instagram fitness model, and also wearing as little as she can get away with.

    That being... Black Short Shorts, Black Sports Bra, and Black Athletic Shoes.

    So that being that, she stands there with folded arms under her bust and hip canted to one side, giving him quite the glare.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen paused to appreciate the interloper. "Too many big words. Steroids destroyed his talky parts even more than his tiny dick." Jen commented with a smirk, which made Meathead spin back to her, turning a sweaty shade of unhealthy reddish-purple. Must have hit a nerve there...

But because Jen was also not an idiot, she reached over to grab a 5lb dumbbell. He could probablty lift it with the aforementioned tiny manhood but Jen was thinking more . brass knuckles. If she needed them. She also prepped some bad luck just in case she'd need it but held it. For now.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Yeah, Ais is not in the mood for any of this. Obviously so when she reaches out with one hand, places it gently on his shoulder, and then forcefuly spins him around one eighty and slams him on to his knees. She can, not that Jennifer knows this, lift well over a ton without exherting herself after all.

    "Sit, Ubu, Sit" she says as she glares at him, "Good Dog."

    She looks up at Jen and smiles, "I've got this" she adds and looks back to him, "If I let you back up and you bother either of us, I will break you in front of everyone here and gladly spend the night in jail for it." She leans in almost nose to nose, holding him in place, and locks her eyes fully.

    << "Also, I will tear your mind apart and sleep like a baby. So, Fuck, Off." >>

    With that, she lets him go and steps aside while smiling at Jen.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen smiled winsomely at the interloper, then put her barbell back on the rack. "Getting a little too much testosterone in here." she muttered, slapping the back of Meathead's skull and slipping him a bad-luck disc at the same time. Serve him right - she was going to go hit the showers, maybe find something else to do with her day. She gestured with her eyes towards the showers, see if Tall, Redheaded, And Intolerant of Men's Bullshit might want to join her.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Thankfull, this giant roided out jack ass gets the point and runs away to his own little corner of the gym.

    "Way to bloody well much, aye" Aisling replies rather plainly. Thankfully, she also catches the look and grins giving her a nod yes in reply. She follows right behind Jen as they both head in to the showers.

    Once in there, she pipes up, "You okay?" and boy howdy is her accent ever present. More so when she's angry, obviously so.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen's is more pure New Jersey and not so much Eire. "Yeah. Should be." she said as she headed for the locker she'd rented to hang up her not-workout stuff and her shower stuff. She had managed to work up a good sheen of sweat so a shower was definitely indicated. "You handled Meathead there pretty well." she pointed out. "You're stronger than you look." she said with no accusation whatsoever.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    "Good" Ais replies as she too heads to her own locker and grabs her own things. As she's rummigaing through her locker, if Jen is looking, girl's got scars in various places all over her body. They're faded and hard to spot if one isn't paying attention or close enough.

    She pauses and turns slightly to give Jenn a big ol shit eating grin, "I eat my wheaties?" she adds in a sing songy smart ass sorta way. As she turns back to her locker and shuts it she grins and shrugs.

    "Maybe I just caught him off guard with my feminine whiles?"

    /Yeah Ais, keep bullshitting, she prolly knows you're a mutant./

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Uh-huh." Jen said, having noticed the scars. Rough-trade hooker or someone took a lot of delight in beating the living shit out of her. Come to think of it, those weren't all that different, really.

From out in the gym proper, there was a very only quesdionably-masculine scream that cuts off suddenly, followsd a a whole lot of "Holy shit, I thought you were spotting him! Lift the bar!"

Jen just smiled.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Blink. Blink. Blink.

    "I am /not/ a hooker" shit, stop reading peoples thoughts, Hank taught you better. "I mean, I uh" think girl think, "these scars are from being on the streets, but not in the way people tend to assume." Nice save! Play it off as though people always notice the scars and assume the whole sex work thing! That'll work right? "I well, I mean, I noticed you looking so, figured I'd just get that out there." Doubly nice save! She'll totally buy it right? Right...

    Aisling lets out a rather dejected sounding sigh and motions towards the showers, "I'm, gonna clean up." She flat out ignores the scream from outside, but does shoot Jen a smile of her own in reply. If one is so inclined towards women, Aisling's smile is quite infectious.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen blinked twice. "Pretty sure I didn't say a damned thing, which means you're reading my mind." she said. Then got a wicked smile on her face and concentrated on shoving someone of her more explicit ... mental scenarios into Aisling's brain.

Enjoy, Aisling!

Towel, bodywash, shampoo, conditioner, all the other crap she needed and wanted to use to present the best Jen Stavros forward that she could. She headed into one of the shower stalls but left the curtain open. Just in case.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Quoth the Witcher, "Fuck."

    Then, there's the blushing and more blinks and the shaking of her head to block out the rather loud thoughts Jen is thinking. Sigh, "I had that one coming."

    Once she pulls her metaphorical foot out of her mouth she moves in to her own shower stall.

    Then, it dawns on her that Jen just flat out assumed she was reading her mind and didn't seem really all that bothered by and Aisling walked right in to openly admitting it. Fuck sake...

    "Sorry" she pipes up from her own stall.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Uh-huh." Jen said, closing her stall the rest of the way so she could go ahead and get that shower out of the way. Mmm, no housemates with ass-long hair who enjoyed using all the hot water. "Should probably go back to Psi-Ethics 101." she commented as she showered. "Presumably up in Westchester."

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    It's a good thing Jen can't see Aisling right now, because this whole thing happening is incredibly upsetting. Thankfully, as stated in Bladerunner... her tears are lost in the the rain of the shower. "Yeah..." she replies, loud enough to be heard but also in a somewhat broken manner.

    "Also yeah..."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen got the rest of her shower out of the way, then wrapped a towel around her torso than another one around her hair. Aftyer she dried herself - she wasn't Doug Ramsey, or at least the incredibly immature and annoying Doug Ramsey that lived in her head rent-free. "Hey. Could be worse." Jen called over to Aisling's shower stall. "I could be a FoHer or in the Right or one of those asshats." she said, trying not to throw up at the idea.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Well, it's not like it matters all that much, nor does Aisling actually care. So, when finished with her shower she walks out of the stall and goes about drying herself off and getting dressed with no hint what so ever of being embarresed.

    "Yeah, fair..." she adds wiping at her somewhat bloodshot eyes, she had been crying in the shower after all. "Anyway, I am sorry. I didn't mean to intrude like that, I just, I'm still getting a grip on things when I'm distracted and in large groups of people."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen waved off the apology as she was trying to put her clean clothes on without being too blatant about things. "Don't sweat it. You did me a favor with Meathead and for that I can overlook you poking around in my head. Accidentally or not." she said. "Clear you're pretty upset about it." she said. "Want some concealer? Pretty sure I've got some here..." she said, referencing her as she put it Bag of War Paint.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    Aisling just nods as she finishes getting dressed in her non workout clothing. Which being as it's winter, is a nice black sweeter, slacks, and boots that push her up over six feet. Everything else goes in a backpack she has that gets looked through for other bits and pieces. "Yeah, I am, but thank you anyway and no, I'm good."

    Once the two are more, situated, she does step over and offer a hand, "Aisling" she adds, pronounced Ash-ling.

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Jen." she said, putting her Bag of War Paint to one side so that when she was dressed and got her hair to behave - more or less - she could go put her game face on. She then took Aisling's hand and shook it guy-style. "Think they finally managed to get Meathead out of his little oops?" she asked with a mischevious look.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    "It doesn't take a telepath to read that look, Jen" and yeah, it very much does not. "You have something to do with that little, oops?" she asks, thumbing in that direction. She hoists her back pack up on her shoulders and grins as well, "Because you seem awfully proud of yourself."

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
"Moi?" she said with the worst French accent in the history of accents. Millions of French people cried out in agony over its awfulness, and Quebecois swore sulphorous oaths in outrage and despair. "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." she said sweetly. "I was in here taking a shower. How could I have anything to do with it?" she inquired.

Aisling Caroll has posed:
    The eye roll aisling gives her is just as full of, /uh huh/ energy as Jen's own previous /uh huh/ was. "Uh huh... sure Jan.." pause, break, "I mean, Jen." Yeah, she's full of non stop references today. "Anyway, I keep getting told I should make new friends so ya know, if you're up for it? We could maybe hang out, get to know one another?"

Jennifer Stavros has posed:
Jen fluttered her eyelashes at Aisling. "Just less privacy violations and more use-your-words." she said. "But sure. Let's get coffee and ... talk." she said with a wicked look.