Topic: Learning to Dance

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2007-01-22 09:48 EST
After his morning run, Dirk stops by the main house for a quick breakfast. He knew the day ahead would be physically exhausting and that he would need the carbohydrates in the toast and grits of the bacon eggs, grits and toast breakfast that he wolfed down.

He gave Cookie a grin. "The best, as always, man. Thanks." as he headed out the door and down the stairs. The basement of the house had been converted into a gym. He had hoped to find Benjamin there. Dirk loved to use his fists, may as well do it that would cause the least amount of damage. Benjamin had said he was a boxer. Maybe Dirk could learn a thing or two from the new kid.

He heard the music blaring as he went down the steps. "Hey!" He yells over the din.

Benjamin Boyd

Date: 2007-01-22 19:30 EST
Sitting over on one of the benches, in his usual attire for sweating bullets, black wife beater and sweatpants, towel drying the sweat from his brow he looks over to see Dirk on the stairs.
"Hey man." He just finished up some crunches, any machine you could dream of is down in here, they even have a drinking and smoothie station for when you need a cool drink.

Ben has never seen anything like it in his life. He thought they were joking upstairs about all of this but sure enough he came down here his second day and found it to be a whole gym and then some all down here in the basement.
Only thing missing? A boxing ring, which he has already spoken with Jaden about and Jaden agreed that it would be a great idea to have one installed. It is great how you really only need to say what you need or want and then it would be supplied to you.

He lifts up off the bench and makes his way over to Dirk, still wiping the sweat from his face with the white towel around his neck. "Came down for a workout?"

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2007-01-22 19:46 EST
"Yea, thought you could show me a few things about boxing? I'm good with my fists, but can't hurt to try new things, right?" He walks around the gym, his hand trailing along the elipticals and treadmills. He turns and looks over at Ben and grins.

He's still wearing his running attire, the winter version included tights down his legs, sweat pants, running shoes and a tshirt with body armor under it. He had removed his earmuffs and gloves and placed them in his pocket. "Let's get started. I'm already warm from running."

Benjamin Boyd

Date: 2007-01-24 10:14 EST
Another wipe with the towel on his brow, he nods to Dirk. "Sure thing, any ideas of what you want to do? Want to hit the bags, spar, or shadowbox?"
He takes a lean back on the railing, dark blues eye the 'Cooling Station'. "Let me get some water."

He pushes off the railing and goes to the drink stand, grabbing a water from the small glass fridge and pops the top. His gaze falling on Dirk, he had heard all kinds of stories about his fists, seemed no matter what, talk around the house about certain events was bound to happen, and Ben being one of the new guys was told all sorts of things, and even a few fair warnings.

"Good with your fists? What all have you done?" As he takes a chug from the bottle.

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2007-01-24 14:07 EST
"Whatever you want to do man. I'm new to all of this stuff." he gives Ben a nod as he stops off and gives one of the heavy bags a push. "Won't water make you sick to your stomach during a work out?" He knew that if he drank while running his stomach cramped something horrible.

He just shoots him a glare. "You mean besides beat the hell out of Gage, Dean, Cole, Joel..." He shakes his head. "The list goes on and on..."

Benjamin Boyd

Date: 2007-01-24 19:12 EST
Another gulp from the bottle as he leans back on the counter, right arm leaning on the top as fingers drum on it.
"You said you wanted to work out, you didn't say you wanted me to do it with you."

A light shrug as he is off the counter.
"Well, all depends on what you want to hit, want to hit something small, big, or that can say 'Ow'." He laughs softly and then receives a glare, how very nice.


"I meant have you been to fight anywhere, you know.. like an actual place? People talk about the Outback around here, I mean like that. Make money doing it or just for the hell of it?" He turns and places the bottle of water back on the counter.

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2007-01-25 07:43 EST
He puts his hands up at hip level. "Thought it'd be easier to work out together, no offense man." he has to laugh just a bit at that. This kid reminded him a lot of Dirk when he came to live with the Pis.

"Hitting things smaller than you is cowardly, I prefer things that can go 'ow.'" with another chuckle. "I mean, what's the sense in hitting if there's no reaction?"

He listens some more, the kid was sharp. "Oh, been to the Outback a few times. Not enough to get rankings or anything. Been busy with trip and... other things." He grins and looks away. "So you think you can teach an old dog new tricks?"

Dirk Stevens

Date: 2007-01-26 08:31 EST
For the next few weeks, they met up twice a week to work out. And they did it all, heavy bag, speed bag, shadow boxing and a bit of sparring. Of course Dirk kept up his running everyday and even invited Ben to join in with him. Of course the sparring matches usually ended up with Dirk on his ass and with a few well deserved bruises to his ribs. He liked to lead with his elbow up, leaving his ribs open, time and again. And Ben was quick with the jabs to the vulnerable spots everytime.

Over those few weeks they'd developed a friendship that was pretty strong and a mutual respect for each other. They were a lot alike, smart mouthed tough guys who had wicked senses of humor.