[b]September 4th, 2015: 17:30[/b]

	With a final heave, a loud [b]thump[/b] resounded throughout the house as a tire flipped for the 60th time in total. During his workouts, Adrian tended to finish with a bang, flipping the 100 pound tire, instead of merely toppling it. His routing was simple, on the first of every month, he would bring home a tire that weighed 25 pounds more than the last, and use it for what he refereed to as his, "mountain man training," which in his words, "was like strongman, but manlier." He had spent the last several years performing rigorous and all encompassing exercises on a daily, and occasionally bi-daily, basis. It often consisted of an abnormal number of one arm/one legged push-ups to warm up, then lead into a total of sixty squats, lunges, dead-lifts, farmers walks, and tire tumbles, all of which with the added weight of a very heavy rubber tire. Breathing heavily, he wiped the sweat from his face with the T-shirt he had taken off about twenty minutes into the workout. Despite the icy weather, he was clothed only in a pair of shorts, no shoes, and his hairy, muscular figure exposed to the world as he turned his back on the makeshift gym, and walked inside.

	As he walked inside, he found his way into the kitchen, and lit up a cigarette from a pack he kept on the windowsill, and it was his one and only vice. His first cigarette had been several years ago, about a month after his ninth birthday he had picked one up from his mum's ashtray, and hated it. But for several weeks, he had an odd craving for one, and he decided to pick another up. Again, the same occurred, he would go into a coughing fit and then immediately put it out, only that time, the coughing wasn't so bad. He was finally hooked the third time around, and then grew to be a rather heavy smoker, despite his athleticism. Taking a long, slow drag, he inhaled deeply before walking into the living room, behind the couch that Nicki was sitting on.

	He hand clasped on her shoulder, a slight squeeze and then a release, a bit of a tease as to the great shoulder rubs he was capable of, and gladly gave out to anyone interested. He had spent hours rubbing his mother and grandmothers shoulder's as a kid, and had naturally developed quite an ability for them. Sitting down on the opposite end of the couch, he took another drag from his cigarette, listening to the conversation to see if he would be able to pick up on their talk. So far all he heard was Nicki explaining what a house was to Max, which naturally confused him, but par usual, he kept his mouth shut.