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[i]"Pump that booty up like there's no tommorrow!"[/i] And so she did, her body dribbling in sweat, her eyes glinting with focus and determination as she pump it up with so much vigor. Clarence came knocking, barely hearing him over the door but still held herself in place as she replied back at him in a yell. "So sweet of you to offer Clancey  but .. " [i]" Everybody beeeeend!"[/i] Doris was so into this, erecting herself back up taking a breather moment as the tv toned down a bit. "... this is kind of important. If you want I'll drop by later." she said in deep appreciation, and like the times the man invited her even if he doesnt really drink. Although she's learn to moderate her drinking with Clarence around, after what happened the first and the last time she she was while with him. When the booze hits, she doesn't really have a preference who to hit on and Clarence is very much difficult to resist. 

As she goes on with her work out she got a reply from Cass, and snorted at what she just read. "Richard Simmons. Good one."  Doris peeked at the mirror next to her and Cass definitely aced it. Another text followed, and though Doris is pretty sure it's a totally different guy on the TV, her mockery was deeply provoking. She sent a text while doing her squats as instructed by the mustachioed fellow on tv.

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Um. Excuse me but how dare you? Richard Simmons is the fitness Jesus and your insult is unforgiving. [/b][/center] 

As she hit send on her sarcastic text to Cass, Doris smiled as she threw her phone on the sofa, her body stretched and hands folded behind her head as she did her squats, taking deep sighing breaths. The music was louder this time and anything that came yelling on her front door was deafened, mid squatting she jumped when she heard a clearly audible voice, Lewis who was now inside her apartment, leaning on the door frame of her living room while watching her. 

"Jesus H. Christ, Lewis! How the hell did you get in!?" Then she remembered giving him a spare key to her apartment, if ever she'd gone a whole day without checking in, she had trusted him enough to make him put away her deliveries and not just leave them on the front porch. She finally paused the t.v and the whole room bathed in peace, facing Lewis her irritated expression turned to worry when she saw him all bruised up and bloodied.

[i]"Who did this? I'm gonna break their sorry necks."[/i]she remembered saying to her youngest brother when he once came home with a bloodied nose, bruised and crying and she almost said the same thing to Lewis if she hadn't held her lips. It was a sort of deja vu moment for Doris considering she grew up taking care of her brothers, "Jeez kid, who did you pissed off this time? Sit." Doris pointed on the sofa for Lewis as she wiped her sweat with a towel, and as if by instinct she grabbed an ice bag on the freezer and some bandages and antiseptic on the med cabinet. Doris handed him the pack, and assisted him on patching up his bloodied knees. 

"Next time if you're looking for a fight, try picking on someone you can handle." Smiling, she said in a somewhat encouraging tone. In other words though it was her way of saying "please be careful next time. I worry and I don't want you getting hurt." but theres no way Doris would get herself caught dead saying that to just about anyone. After giving him a hand she rested her back on the sofa, legs crossed as if to catch her exhaustion "Now, why don't you help me put those away." She pointed at the bag of groceries on the floor next to the sofa. "I'm not paying you thirty bucks on mere fetching duty." And indeed thirty bucks was more than enough for that, and Lewis doesnt usually mind it as long as the pay is right.