The coach storming in was largely a relief. No-one messed with the coach, even Alba. He was like a giant shield of... authority and stuff. Mallory realised that he'd entered the room during her angry rant and felt an unpleasant surge of embarrassment.
The tone in his voice was pretty dangerous, and the veiny things standing out were fantastically out there. It was like he was going to blow up and take the gym with him. When Lomelli told her to get back to work, Mallory just quickly said, "Yes, Coachsir. Will do," and hurried back to the weights.
She breathed a long side of relief when Lomelli ordered Alba out. Alba was just... scary. And taller than her. Also angry. Very, very angry.
Though, truth be told, things would be a lot simpler if she could just learn to shut the hell up when he called her a dude. I will meditate and learn to ignore gender-related insults. Turn it all into white noise or Ludo songs. And then we'll see what's what.
Mallory looked upwards at the ceiling when Adonis gave her and the big guy with all the goop in his hair dirty looks. Note to self: avoid anywhere he might be for a while. At least Big Goopy-Haired Guy probably doesn't have to worry about doing the same.
The asthma guy left quickly, mumbling an apology. Well, damn. There goes her spotter. And the others in the room were either busy or took the time to leave as well. Mallory turned back to the weights and scowled at them.
Why'd they have to be so gigantic and heavy? ...Oh, right. Because they were weights. Doy. Still...
Actually, Lomelli's 'suggestion' (well, more of a threat) concerning running a hundred yards and doing all-fours sounded pretty good right now. Mallory looked back and forth between the weights and the door for a moment, before shrugging and heading for the door.
Running and stretches would just have to do for today.
((Mallory McCormick continued in Chocolate Discococo