"Hey, man. you seen my pre-workout?"

Jake asked, sounding all huffy and puffy as he wrenched open the fridge door for the third time and sug around on the shelves. Glancing up before grumbling and looking back down. His muscles flexing as he adjusted his shorts. Wearing some sweats and a loose tank top.

Fuck where was his pre-workout?? It uad some shit in it to boost performance and he wanted to head to the gym later. Fuck, man. He knew he could make another one but it would have to chill in the fridge for atleast an hour! God he needed to workout today he was so pent up.