As soon as Helena reached the gym, she noticed Raylan walking over to her. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his chest rose up and down with each heavy breath. Hell of a work-out he must have just endured, and of course given the hand wraps, she knew that he had hit the bag pretty hard.

"Well, I did invite you to that party," she replied matter-of-factly, taking the bottle from him to take a sip as her own was still in her bag, empty and dry, "but all I got was a '[i]I can't make it[/i]'". Helena did her best to imitate Raylan's accent, although she wasn't feeling too confident that she pulled it off just right. "Had you been there, I wouldn't have drank myself nearly to death as you would have helped me achieve the mission."

She playfully thrusted the water bottle into his chest, feeling a muscular wall of resistance underneath the shirt. Could Helena know for sure what was going on in Raylan's head, she might actually persuade herself to ask him out. But he didn't show interest, and likewise, she accepted the fact that they were just friends.

"So why did you come so early anyway? You know the gym doesn't have that many guests until later in the afternoon so I'm going to have to work out alone."