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Atlas Gym, Tuesday Morning, 9/2

Murdock had arrived a bit early and did some warm-ups as he waited for Amber to arrive. He was back in the room with the punching bag and was thinking they could work some more on that.

It was about time Amber got in some offense training.

(mostly for one, but open if others want to come by. *eta* and I totally know what month it is, la.)

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When she arrived, she was actually in a cheerful mood this time. Last night with Viki, well, she'd decided to let go of a few things emotionally and not give a shit about the rest.

So? It was a happy Amber that found Murdock. "Morning!"

He grinned at her, "Mornin'!" She seemed cheery enough. "Have a good weekend?"

"I went home," she answered with a wry grin. "What's that tell you?"

"Er...that it was good? Or did relatives drive you nuts?" he smirked. "Oh hey! Did you turn any kind of interestin' flavor last week? That was...different."

And a lot of fun as it turned out.

"Ma and Loretta yapped at me the whole time I was home. It was maddening almost. I love it though, I almost always do."

Amber wrinkled her nose. "I did, yah, and it was icky. Did you?"

He grinned at the 'yapping and maddening', he knew what that was like. Of course, from the opposite side.

"Well good. That's what family is really for, ain't it? To drive you insane," he winked. "And yah, I did. Apparently spiced apples and rum. Goes well with chocolate."

She raised her brows. "How do you know it goes well with chocolate?"

"Uh...sorta found out by uh..." He shook his head a bit and grinned. "Amber," he went to put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sure by now you can probably figure it out." And he winked.

She actually gazed up at him innocently for a second or two, then, "Ooooooh! Okay. I get it," she giggled. "Did you have fun? Oh, probably a dumb question, uh? No fair. I tasted like fish soaked in lye."

He chuckled. "Yah it was...fun. Fish? Really? Man, that had to suck. And hey, not like I had any choice over what I tasted like, ya know? But I ain't gonna complain," he winked again.

Yes, a fun day it had been indeed.

"So are ya ready? Oh! I gotcha somethin'!" He went digging through his bag and held out a pair of fingerless gloves, ones that covered enough of the hand to keep skin intact. "These should help."

"Yah, I bet not. I wouldn't complain either," she smirked.

"You did?" she asked, watching him dig through his bag and come up with a pair of gloves. "Oh cool! These should totally help with the knuckle chafing. Thanks, Murdock!" Grinning she took them and put them on, curling in her fingers to get them to fit right. "Perfect."

"She didn't seem to." Whoops? Did that just slip out?

He grinned back at her. "Good! And you're welcome. Wanna try more of what you were doin' last week?"

Amber stared at him for a moment. Her eyes wicked. "Would you like to re-do your weekend over in words for me, Murdock. I wouldn't mind listening. And yah, definitely more of last week."

He laughed. "Well it wasn't the whole weekend. Did have that picnic on Saturday. Thursday and Friday were nice though. Had some uh, days in."

"Alright, then step into my office," he grinned, waving at the bag. "Just do like you did last week for a bit and we'll go from there." He stood behind the bag to steady it. "Don't wear yourself out already, just a bit of a warm-up."

"Ah, yah. I missed the welcome picnic," she replied, not seeming to be at all affected by that.

Amber stepped into position and nodded at him before she began to hit the bag, shifting on the balls of her feet, and throwing punches left and right.

[I'm sorry, Benedryl knocked me out.]

He wondered vaguely if there was something there, but let it go for now.

He held the bag and watched her for a while, identifying her natural strengths and weaknesses.

"That's good," he grined and nodded at her.

There might have been; with Amber it was hard to tell.

She flashed him a quick grin back before she doubled her efforts and hit the bag harder and faster, working up a sweat.

[Weren't hittin' the bottle again, were ya? AHAH!]

"Okay. Take a quick break and then we'll try something else." He wandered over to his bag and handed her a water bottle.

"Get a chance to meet anyone new yet?" he asked casually.

"Thanks," she huffed out on a breath, taking a deep drink then took several moments to catch her breath.

"Nope, not yet. You?"

"A couple of teachers, but no students yet. Met the librarian, he seemed surprised by the unicorn. Which...seems to be a student," he shrugged. And he wouldn't mind meeting that one.

"And a lady who I think will end up a teacher. Poor thing seemed right lost."

"A unicorn," she said. "Seriously?" Good Lord what was this place coming to...

"Yah? Who is that?"

"Seemed to be. And the radio suggests that too. Miss Bennet. Said she was waiting for a carriage. I think she's got a long wait."

"So, what I was thinkin'," he smirked lightly. "Is we take some of that self-defense bit and mix it with some punches. Whadya say?"

"A carriage," Amber cracked up laughing. "She must be from what, a century ago? Poor thing."

Amber nodded. "I can do that. Tell me where you want me."

"Two centuries, actually. But I think she'll be okay. Seemed to have a number of people offerin' to help her."

The fact that she was cute probably had nothing to do with that. And hey, he can still look.

"The mats," he pointed and headed over that way himself. "Then you can try to hit me."

"Ah, that's good," she nodded.

Amber walked with him. "Okay now, you've seen me in action," she teased, casting him a sideways glance.

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