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[sub][color=D7FFAB][b]Laurel Evanson[/b][/color]'s morning practice.
Location: Excel Gymnastics
Mentions: [color=08a5dd][b]Mason Aspen[/b] [@Universorum][/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]As most mornings went, Laurel’s feet treaded lightly and nimbly across the cushioned ground as she practiced her floor routine. Competition season was [i]every[/i] season, and thus it was important to maintain peak physical and mental shape to compete. This meant coming into the Excel Gym at the ass crack of dawn every morning. The alcohol that Laurel had drank the evening previous seeped out of her perspiring pores; the dizziness overtaking her head due to her activities on the yacht and not the activities in the gym. Last night was an adventure to say the least- from losing her clothes to gaining a new male friend, it was definitely one for the books. As much as Laur loathed the Helmsley’s, they definitely knew how to stock a liquor cabinet. 

Refocusing her mind from the booze, she let her attention shift to the floor. She was at the end of her morning workout, and it was important for her to make this last pass count. Prepping in the corner of the pad, Laurel took a deep breath before breaking into a sprint, propelling herself from the ground into her tumbling. It was a complicated pass, but one she had learned so well that she could do it in her sleep. [color=D7FFAB][i]Round off one and a half step out[/i], [i]Back handspring[/i], [i]Arabian[/i], [i]Punch layout[/i][/color]. 

Exhaling deeply as all of her weight hit the floor once more, she swiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. Laur was good, [i]quite good[/i], but needed to clean up her act in order to pull away from her rivals. Gymnastics was everything to her, and she couldn’t let anything or [i]anyone[/i] get in the way of that. That was her main fear in letting herself have a good time, and she was worried that things would get carried away with the drinking, partying, and fraternizing. With a quick glance to the clock, the blonde knew it was time to get going for school. The late start meant she got a little bit of extra sleep, but she had taken it more as extra time in the gym. There were no days off. Ever. Meandering over to the locker room, Laur grabbed her things and headed to one of the showers, desperately needing to cleanse herself of the workout.

As the hot water hit her face, she couldn’t help but let her mind drift to Mason. He truly was the highlight of her evening, from being kind and lending her his jacket to taking her breath away in the front seat of his car. She still had the jacket; it was sitting in her locker and ready to be returned. But did she really want to give it back? Laurel knew this was another excuse to see him, but would he vanish for good after she returned what was his? Only time would tell. Scrubbing her roots with shampoo, she continued to bathe and prepare herself for the day ahead. 

Climbing out of the shower, the blonde dried herself off and let her terry cloth towel drop to the ground, bundling around her ankles. Laur felt comfortable in her skin, hence why she had joined that horrid game of Strip Poker, but something about running into Mason during homeroom made her hairs stand up on end. Slipping on a pair of leggings and a flannel shirt and donning the brunette’s jacket as a trophy, she gathered her things and began the journey towards BHHS. It was another day, and another opportunity to refocus, but she knew in the back of her mind that her focus was definitely gone and on vacation.