Lay was in a brightly lit weight room at the back of a brick building housing a few other businesses. The hallway had glass doors leading to each one with the name embossed on them. Upon entering the one for fitness you were greeted with a small counter on entry with a Fae hunched behind that didn’t even bother looking up from their magazine, they thumbed at the direction behind him giving Lay the go ahead to head in. Along one wall were weights of all sizes. The other had benches and the one mirrored wall to help anyone use to perfect their form.
He wore some gym clothes, some black spandex shorts that went mid thigh, comfortable shoes and a flowy white tank top. His hair was tied back and braided and then the end pinned back up to the start of the pony to keep it out of the way. For a moment he was alone so he took a few weights, stuck them on a bar. Positioned himself and lifted it up and over his shoulders to do some squats. He didn't need to maintain as a mortal would being a Vampire but the activity he honestly enjoyed.
Doximoron
