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Atlas Gym | Friday

When Dimitri arrived at the gym, he was greeted immediately by a high-pitched scream emanating from the back room. The keys in his hand hit the floor as he raced across the main room, leaping over equipment rather than wasting time going around. Bursting through the door, he came to an abrupt stop, unsure if he should succomb to the urge to laugh or leave.

Jessi sat on the stool in front of the laundry counter, body wrapped in what appeared to be a huge cocoon of towels...dirty towels if Dimitri was judging by the stench. "Oh thank God it's you! They wo--" A towel jumped to cover her mouth and the muffled eww-ing was made more evident by the look in Jessi's eyes.

If the towels hadn't seemed to be tensing (or looking tempted by the new arrival), Dimitri might not have looked around for a solution to this living whites issue and noticed the conveniently prepared washing machine bubbling with suds. Fandom was always so giving with these things. "Are you rethinking the choice not to do any laundry while Rose and I were gone last week?" Dimitri inquired, already prepared to attack the towels regardless of her answer. Luckily, Jessi's head moved a millimeter against the strain of her bindings.

The movement was enough and Dimitri reached and quickly peeled a towel from her side, causing the thing to immediately wrap itself around his forearm and begin squeezing like a boa constrictor. He'd hoped to toss the terrible towel into the washer, but with it clinging on there wasn't much choice. He plunged his arm into the soapy water and the towel seemed to sigh, sinking happily to the bottom.

Dimitri eyed the fifty or so towels still writhing around Jessi. "Lather, rinse, repeat," he murmured, setting to work at this new task.

Have no fear, he left the towel covering her mouth to the very last. It was a strategy to keep Jessi from invoking the rage of any more linens. Really.

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The back room should be quiet by the time anyone arrived, but all would receive fresh, warm towels in the showers today.

After rescuing Jessi and sending her home to partake in her normal day off, Dimitri settled behind the front desk. He leaned a little awkwardly to one side in order to better keep an eye on the back room door. Just in case the uprising wasn't over.

Rose had managed to run into Jessi on her way into the gym and got told the entire story. Someone had another crush. Funny how that happened when he saved her from rampaging towels.

She raised her eyebrows as she leaned over the front desk. "Where's your shining armor?"

Dimitri raised one eyebrow in reply, setting aside his glorious paperwork. "Was I supposed to bring it to work?"

"Heard you had it earlier," she shot back, torn between being amused and annoyed at Jessi's response. "What, you put it away already?"

"Heard?" Dimitri repeated, attempting to follow Rose's line of thought and not sure he was with her. "Earlier I...wait, were you talking to Jessi?" Come on, that was weird in and of itself.

"Not on purpose," she said, making a face.

"So your lips moved and words came out, but it wasn't of your own volition?" Dimitri teased with a little smirk.

"More like she cornered me in the Perk and I didn't want to get arrested for punching her in the face in public," Rose complained.

"And do I want to know what she claimed happened?" Dimitri knew Jessi was fond of misreading situations to put herself in a better light.

She smirked as she leaned over the desk. "You saved her. Manfully. With your big muscles."

Rose made a face. "Pretty sure that's exactly what she said."

That sounded...horrifying coming from Jessi. "Her tae bo skills were overpowered by towels," Dimitri replied with an eyeroll. "There wasn't a lot of saving going on."

"You couldn't have just let her suffer?" she asked. "It would have been so awesome, and you know it."

"Maybe," he said, trying not to agree because it was mean-spirited. "But you'd have done the same if she'd managed this on your day." Though, it was really typical that this happened when Dimitri was at work.

"Doubt it," Rose smirked. "I don't have big manly muscles to rip the towels off her so carefully and save her from certain doom."

Clearly Rose was missing her calling writing romance novels. "Try not to sound so jealous," Dimitri said, leaning his elbows against the desk.

She started laughing. "I'm just quoting your admirer. If it were me, I wouldn't need saving, sorry."

"In that situation? If you did, I would be sorely disappointed," he replied.

"Yeah, I'd kinda deserve to get left to be molested by towels," Rose agreed.

"And still, I wouldn't leave you." He would just frown a lot.

And possibly mock her, depending.

"Awwww," she teased. "Aren't you a gentleman."

"Only you could make that sound like a bad thing," Dimitri answered with an amused shake of his head.

"You'll think it's a bad thing too when you realise that Jessi thinks it was an act of love that you've been hiding all these months," Rose said, way too amused now.

Well, at least right now she didn't actually have listen to or see Jessi. When that changed, she'd probably be less amused.

"She doesn't..." Dimitri looked at Rose, carefully gauging if Rose meant this or was just messing with him.

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