stupid.

that's what this was- this idiot decision the company had made. being overbooked, the company had decided to put some of the groups together for a while. one of the many idiot pairings had been their ballet troupe and nathan- along with some of the other boxers.

the men were big, smelly, and sweaty. it sucked, being trapped in a not-big-enough room alongside a bunch of slobs. if you'd ever heard of circe, you'd understand the motive after being stuck in that room for upwards of five hours.

nathan sparred with another boxer, jason, as the ballerinas stretched. occasionally, his eyes flicked over toward them. he grunted as he ducked out of the way of a direct punch to the face, jason's glove brushing his ear. he quickly finished the fight by knocking his opponent down with a swift uppercut. nathan took off his gloves and sat off to the side, uncapping his water. his tan skin was littered with scars from his past matches.