2019-09-16 - A Gym Full of Solutions

Joey is having a late start to his morning. Today is the day he's also closing down the gym early so the class later can go on undisturbed. There's a new bruise on the side of his face, but he looks slept and for the love of all mercy the man shaved and shaved? Huh. Well that won't last. Seeing Erin's car gives him pause. There's a nod of a "Huh!" and that's about all teh reaction that's due to come out of the man as he wades in side. "Yo yo."

Alexander has been coming in fairly regularly since that first time, although at odd hours and mostly just quietly paying, punching, accepting whatever instruction is provided, and leaving. So at first, it might seem like more of the same. He looks about like he always does, overdressed in an oversized army jacket, but with a nicer haircut that makes him look at least a bit less like a homeless person and/or street preacher. He's taken up a position at one of the bags, but keeps his eye on the door. And when Joey comes in, his attention transfers to him. "Kelly." Eyes narrow slightly at the bruise. "What happened?"

Back in the saddle baby. Erin is at work which means the coffee is hot and fresh, the towels are washed and fabric softenered and smelling great, the cups are washed, the computer is on and ready if he needed it for anything and she's already been passing time working out on the larger bag. She's got a bottle of water and a towel on the floor. Looking over when Joey arrives she waves the glove she's wearing. Not a full boxing glove but those black ones like he has. "Good morning." A greeting flung out with a smile. It's only when Alexander acknowledges the bruise that she looks more closely. She doesn't ask again just waits for the response.

OH Erin is here which means the office coffee will no longer be suspect! NOICE! Without breaking stride he snags a towel that was left on the bleacher and replies to Alexander, "Someone got stupid. Now? Less so." Erin, though, gets a smile. "Lookit you with your bad ass charming self." Into the office he goes to drop his duffelbag down and open the safe to drop things in there. "You had to wrestle the coffee pot into submission didn't you? Duarte tried to clean it by running vinegar through there. Forgot to do test runs of the god damned thing. Never again." Because who doesn't want vinegar in their coffee when they add creamer to it?! "Snackrilige." The dial spins, the door opens and an envelope is dropped into the safe on top of the cash box and the ledger in there and it spins again as he closes it. "Well, good to see you back." He doesn't address the eye but does he ever? Nope. Pausing he looks to Erin, "Weird question. How are you with kids?"

Alexander glances at Erin, and then at Joey. He continues to lightly hit the bag as he watches their friendly interplay, his attention clearly not on it. "Which someone?" he asks, never mind that Joey's response was clearly meant to end that conversation. Even so, he can't help a brief chuckle at 'snackrilige'. Alexander has a weakness for puns, alright? DON'T JUDGE. A glance back at Erin. "You're going to resume working here, then?"

"I can imagine that was the foulest tasting coffee you ever had. I can teach him. There's a lot to be said for soap and hot water too." Erin watches him a moment before shaking her head. "I don't know about bad ass or charming, but my determined self is here and so glad to be back. I don't know if you noticed the newbie I signed up the other night. I was restless at home and came up. A guy paid for a month but he's going to want some sort of ideas. He's a former Marine in a wheel chair, but he wants to stay in shape. He's a flirt but harmless enough."

That last question catches her off guard and Erin gives a bit of a whimsical smile. "I've never wanted kids in my whole life." Is offered out. "Until my recent brush with death. Then I realized I'll leave nothing behind. No legacy, nothing. And I'll never have the chance to experience.." a gloved hand wave. "All that. I like kids but I have no practice with them." Tilting her head she looks at Alexander almost helplessly. "I have to. I have to or I become them." Another gesture but more towards her grandmothers mansion than anything.

Joey nods to her, "Tyrone. Seems cool. I look forward to working with em and I think he and Easton are gonna push me sooooo that's good." He glances to Alex with a faint smile at the laugh at the joke. But the question he asks gets the answer, "Someone rethinking their life choices." End. of. story. Does Joey start shit? Generally no but the soon-to-be 30 year old sure as shit ends it. Whatever the quarrel it ain't in here and his concern shifts to Alexander's other question about Erin's employment. He lets the woman answer.

His face splits into an amused grin, grimm origins of the story withstanding he assures, "Well I wasn't asking you to be my baby mama or nothing. But-" there's a but?! His fingers flick in a circle, "Tomorrow the rugrat might be getting dropped off here for the day. She's cool. Keeps herself pretty occupied. So we might have a sidekick for the day. So it's good practice."

Since it's deemed 'safe' again he pours himself some coffee, blows on it, and takes a sip. So good with it doesn't have demons in it. He cautions to Erin, "You know someone tries to come up into here and tell you your business I might end up having words with them." Does Erin have an east side pit bull? Seems so. "Good."

Alexander sighs. Right. An apologetic sort of look is thrown to Erin. "Miss Addington, I think it's good that you're getting out, and finding something that's yours, rather than just...the family. I do." He leaves the 'but' hanging in the air, because he puts his gloved hands out to stop the bag from swinging, and rests his hand on it. The mention of a 'rugrat' has his eyebrows go up. "I wasn't aware you had a kid, Mister Kelly." And then, a moment later, "I was actually hoping I could ask you a question or two. About Lukas Collins."

"Well thank God we got that settled." Erin laughs, "I didn't assume you needed a baby mama or that it would be me. You asked a question so I answered it." A wry look to him and she nods about the kiddo, "I didn't realize you had a kid, but I don't mind the company. Maybe I'll bring something to occupy her. How old is she?"

Another shrug and she gives Joey a smile. "I appreciate it, but I think the MO of the people involved is more attack at the weakest point, not the strongest."

Walking over by Alexander, since she was by the bags anyway, she bumps his shoulder with hers. Lightly. "I know," she says quietly, lifting her dark eyes to his, then up to his hair. "I like the new cut. It suits you." Stepping back, she lets business as usual around her happen while she punches on the bag.

Joey eyes Alexander carefully and says calmly when he doesn't let the issue go "Maybe you shouldn't assume the worst." On the question he lifts a hand, "She's family, not my daughter." small mystery abated. He is, however pretty terrifically fond of the kid as he nods impressed, "She's a lil ass kicker." The snicker comes back to Erin and he boggles, "Why the hell not? You're neither old, full of yourself, or stupid." He seems confused why she'd be some non-viable option. It's not an issue he's on to pressing though and answers the point to factual question, "She's gonna be 6."

Neutrally he looks back to Alexander, "What about em?" He drinks his coffee waiting for Alexander to get to the point of bringing up Lukas.

Alexander steps aside when Erin goes for the shoulder bump. Just a quick and easy side-step out of range, and he gives her an apologetic smile when he does so. "Thank you, Miss Addington. Isabella cut it. She has a remarkably steady hand with a pair of scissors." The warmth drains out of his expression when he turns back to Joey, though, replaced with reptilian blankness. "Assume the worst? There's nothing wrong with having a kid. Kids are cute." Is he being deliberately obtuse? Maybe. He taps out a rhythm on the bag he's standing by as he considers the man. "Was wondering if you knew of anyone he might have pissed off, lately? Trouble in business, friendships gone sour. That sort of thing."

"She sounds adorable. I look forward to meeting her. What's her name?" Erin doesn't answer the part of why not her but she gives him a lopsided smile as she hears the age, it was a fun one. She did have nieces and nephews.

The avoidance of the shoulder bump doesn't bother her either, she knew his preferences. "She did great on it Alexander. But the rest of what they are talking about she doesn't intrude in, she just attacks the bag.

Joey arches an eyebrow arches, "Meant people climbing up in Erin's face and giving her shit about working here." His patience is worn a bit thin on that front though stating that out loud seems to be where he's starting and ending that grievance. Consistently the topic of personal independence seems to be the hill he's willing to die on. Even if they're almost the same age he's got no illusion of being peers with an Addington, but she's his employee now and that he might just go to war for. There will be no coming at his people in his house of hitting without him saying something on it clearly. One can do worse for backup.

His coffee gets a swirl. He considers Lukas Collins and offers a shrug, "A grievance? Yeah like a solid third of the city I guess. The other two-thirds from what I can tell are either indifferent or happy to kiss his ass." He considers the implications but shrugs neutrally, "I've thrown a couple punches in the ring for him a couple times. That's pretty much the entirety of how I know em." When Erin slugs the bag though with clearly improved form there a pair of eyebrows arching and a slow now of approval as he sips his coffee. "I take it he pissed someone off or his wife caught him fuckin around." A guess, not a question.

"I'll tell her you liked it. I'm sure she'll be pleased," Alexander tells Erin, although his eyes don't leave Joey. But he does sound sincere, not mocking. And at Joey's first response, his eyebrows go up, and he does look at her, then. "Have I been giving you shit? I'm sorry. I don't mean to." He nods slowly to Joey. "Don't suppose you know any names? Of people with grievances and the will to do something about them." The faintest of smiles. "And...yeah. Guess you could say that, Mr. Kelly. Don't suppose you know the name of his wife, right off hand?"

"Honestly, Alexander is looking out for me in his own way. I don't feel like he's giving me any guff on it, just showing his concern. It's what he does. We've got a friendly relationship. We even take each other flowers when each other is in the hospital." Shooting a grin in his direction. "We're all good here. Mostly, unless it's a lot of people behind my back, it's my grandmother. She found out and wasn't real thrilled. I've got to do my own thing though. I've played her rules all my life." Erin offers to Joey, not missing that look. Whichhh only makes her try harder.

When Alexander asks if he's been giving Erin shit and apologizes to her which is what matters there Joey lifts his coffee to him in quiet salute and stands down. There ya go, buddy. Still at Erin's explanation he adds with what serves as sincerity in a gruff tone, "Yeah it is good to see you in not-pieces."

His head tilts as Erin goes on about her Grandmother and why he's got no horse in that race other than some old broad is giving Erin shit he says, "My old therapist told me once sometimes people are just going to find problems with shit. Doesn't mean it's your shit or your fault. It doesn't even have to be your problem. You can't make their problems yours." He pauses and adds offhandedly, "Not that he swore at a kid but that was the crux of it and possibly the only useful thing he said, but there ya go."

Looking back to Alexander he shrugs, "He's a business guy. I'm just an athlete. Aside from him hosting a couple things I've been in we've had zero business. I never got into his personal business. So not really knowing the guy I dunno I'm a lot of help." Which is also truth because the night he put two in teh guy's chest might be one of the longest conversations he's had with the man. Like he told Lukas, 'it ain't personal.'

There's another concerned look towards Erin. "Just be careful," he says, quietly. "People who are accustomed to making the rules often don't react well when other people start testing them. It's not just...being an asshole, or anything. It's a matter of keeping discipline and authority in an informal organization which relies mostly on personal power to keep order." Goddamn it, it sounds like he's reading off a textbook that's somewhere inside his head. But he sounds more personal when he adds, "You don't want to become the example of why people don't cross Margaret Addington. Or, at least, you want to be prepared to defend yourself when that example is made."

But then he's done with that, refocusing on the gym owner. "Yeah? Hosting things?" He glances towards the ring. "What sort of things? You happen to remember where any of those things were held?" It feels almost perfunctory - he doesn't really expect Joey to answer at this point, but is more watching the man for any reactions he's having to the questions rather than worrying overmuch about the actual answers.

"I know. And right now all it takes is her complaining to one person before it's a repeat. And I know damn good and well if my Uncle had wanted me dead, I would be dead. Next time Billy may win. My Uncle may not be strong enough to hold him back. I get it, I do." Erin doesn't look happy about it, but she looks understanding of it. Not so much resigned by accepting. "I don't want to cross her. I do love her. But I really need to be me, too. I wonder if having that talk with her would help. Maybe after Billy is gone."

A few more punches on the bag and Erin smiles at Joey. "It will all work out in the end. I sure do appreciate you and everything you're doing for me here. This helps more than you know."

Joey is leaning on his office doorframe drinking coffee answering Alexander matter-f-factly, "Eh, couple backyard fights for fun. Charity thing, nothing formal. Couple body guard gigs for some corporate event thing. Pretty much it." And that seems to be entirely how exciting those interactions have not been.

Still erin's hitting that bag squared up like she should. Much better stance and hitting the damn thing with focus and purpose. There's a pride there even if the infrmation is non-optimal. Very seriously he turns to Erin and walks over standing on teh side of the bag but not in the way. "Erin," He pauses and grips the top of the mug. His hand goes out to still the bag a omet , "Look at me a sec. I want you to know you're never stuck okay? Don't let someone, even family, threaten you into compliance that's not okay." THIS? This he's adamant about.

Is Alexander buying it? There's really only another sigh. "Sure." He's standing by one of the bags, which he has not been hitting for at least a few minutes while he's been staring at Joey and asking all sorts of nosy questions. He continues to stare at Joey for a moment longer, then turns his attention back to Erin. He listens, watches the two of them interact. "After Billy is gone would be best," he says, quietly. "If you're going to have that discussion." A glance back at Joey, before he adds, to Erin in bland tones, "As I'm sure Mister Kelly can attest to, it's all well and good to declare that you won't be threatened into compliance, but you'd better have a plan for how you will resist that, because some people are pretty damned good at both threats and what follows after them."

Focused was the word but Erin does hear him. Even in her peripheral she can see him approaching her and the bag. Quietly, she stops and turns to face him, lifting her eyes the short distance to his. There's no immediate response to either of them immediately but she hears them out completely. "I don't know what you know about things currently with the murders and all. I don't even know what I'm allowed to say about it. I know how and why the attack on me was set about and I know by who. The reason why was me working here. The how was a simple low-key discussion between a brother and a sister. Until William Gohl is gone, there's nothing and nowhere safe. So I come anyway because I'm as safe here as I am at home. But I don't want to put anyone here in danger either." A quiet nod to Alexander, he was right too.

Joey is telling the truth when he says he could not give two shits about Lukas Collins or whatever might be bugging him. He clearly really doesn't know the guy or even fucking care in the slightest. Erin? That situation he actually gives a shit about. "Clayton's not wrong there. And it's not a declaration. If you're being forced to do something there are ways to get out of that situation regardless of how much money you do or don't have." He pauses and listens to the rest. The news? Yeah that gets his hackles up a bit. Jaw tightens and his brow furrows. Joe Kelly is not actually a big dude but he makes up for it being stubborn and resolute. "I don't want to see what happened to my mom happen to you. Don't worry about us. We've dealt with worse, just let us know what you need so you can have that. Yeah? cause... that's some shit right there."

"It'll be soon, Erin," Alexander says, his voice low. Guilt and sorrow distracts him from his harassment of Joey, and he frowns at the woman. "I'm sorry it's taken this long. I truly am. But soon." And, after a moment, he does nod, slowly, to what Joey says. "He's not wrong. About you having people to help, if you need it, at least."

Again, Erin looks between Joey and Alexander, a grateful look to the former, "I appreciate you being a friend and .. everything you do for me here. I'm really grateful." But Alexander, she shakes her head. "None of this is your fault. We woudn't know what we know had it not been for you. He's even come after you. Don't you realize how guilty I feel for that? My family. So many people affected. You, Isabella, just.." A shrug and she knows he gets it, she knows. "I'll be there when the time comes and I'll protect everyone I can."

The door pulls open and through it wanders a tall woman in black skinny jeans, a plunging halter top, patent leather Chucks, and a whole lot of tattoos. It's kind of a toss-up as to whether she might be looking for the tattoo parlor by the look of her. When Love opens her mouth, though, the soft, "Hey, guys," has enough easy Cali/Hawaii in it to skew perception to maybe she's in search of a yoga studio. She rubs her palms together briefly, then slides her hands into her jeans pockets to the first knuckle. Her long, gunmetal grey hair is pulled up and off of her collar, secured in a messy topknot. By the look of a few windblown strands, she's been walking. Her fair skin shows a slight sheen of sweat thanks to the heat of the day outside.

Her silver gaze skims the place, from the darkest corner to the ring, bags, and right on back to the people gathered inside, one at a time. Erin, then Alexander, then Joey, whom she remembers, then back to Alexander. "Nice day for it." Standing around? Beating on bags? She pulls off a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses.

Joey lifts his hand in a wave of greeting to Love. Yay best bartender (Don't tell Easton he would ever say that). Well a east he's got all his clothes on running into people again. Judging by the jeans he's in and the jacket on he's either arriving or leaving, but not mid routine. "Suuuup, love."

His focus turns back to his receptionist. He's got that look about him that he's got something to say, but doesn't feel a need to dredge it up. She gets a pat on the shoulder, "Can't control the world being dumb. That shit ain't on you, and it's not your fault nor your mistake to feel guilty for. Good for you for fixing it though." He can say it but if he knows that to be true or not is another story entirely. With that he heads back towards the office to set his coffee cup down and get his duffel and his things to set up for tonight.

Alexander makes a noise. "Don't, Erin." His voice is just a little sharp, although he doesn't raise the volume of it. "You have no reason to feel even a little bit guilty for any of this, but particularly for that. That was my decision, and nobody else bears any responsibility for it." He reaches up and rubs at the side of his neck, as if reminded of something, although there's not even a scar. He takes off his gloves, though, reminded that they're there, and puts them down in the appropriate place.

When Love comes in, his eyebrows go up. "Miss Liven," he says, voice neutral, expression closed. As Joey starts to move back towards the office, he glances at Erin. "Don't die, okay?" And then he starts to make his way towards the door, giving Love a curt sort of nod on the way out.

"Thanks, Joey." Erin offers, tugging up her gloves to get ready to beat the bag some more. Pausing though, she looks back to Alexander at the noise he makes. Her eyes trail his hand to his neck and she winces almost imperceptibly. Almost. "I'll be careful. Promise." But she'd protect everyone with her life if she had to. That part remains to herself. Instead, she lifts a gloved hand to the new arrival and gives something of a tentative smile.

Can't tell Easton. It doesn't count unless it's said out loud and in front of witnesses! "Hey..." Joey or Jaime? There's a flicker of that in her eyes before she settles on, "J." Ha.. She happens to hear, because she's a shameless eavesdropper, what Joey says to Erin. "Every bit of what he just said is absolutely true." The woman has no idea what they're talking about, but the larger truth is still valid, even if that kind of advice is middling-likely to get you killed.

Love's lips part as she looks at Alexander when his greeting comes. It seems unlike him, insofar as the little she knows about him, that closed expression. "Alexander. Pleasure to see you again so soon. And briefly."

There's a brief pause and then she says, "I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm... interested in membership information." There's a tick of hesitation in the middle, like she's not quite sure what she's interrupting. "I'm not even sure if this is an open membership gym." In her experience fight gyms sometimes come with an invite-only, friend of a member vouch system.

Joey comes back with his bag in hand and the jacket left on the office chair. Apparently he's arriving. Love gets that nod of agreement. His world has a low tolerance for living in a hostage situation.

He informs, "It's a month to month open. One on one coaching is outside of that, add are special invite engagements. You need to work something out, let me know." Financial, not a come on, not for failing to impress but he's a fucking professional with respect for his patrons.

Love works the bar in a strip club at night. Her bar for flirtation is pretty high considering the number of times drunk dudes try to put money down her tits when she leans in to take their order. It doesn't usually go well for them, but the parking lot is dark and full of terrors, so it doesn't hurt to practice up. "Month to month is best for me. I don't know how long I'll be here." The presence of Erin back there working out seems to make an impression. Her gaze flicks back to Joey. "Pay as you go?" She doesn't fold up her aviators, so it's likely she's not staying long today. She's not dressed for it. "Sounds good to me. My fitness level has dropped, so to start I'm most interested in conditioning. Do you have any double end bags?"

Joey knows to keep his damn hands to himself and that entertainment is different than real fucking life. Too many don't and he's on top oh the list of people tired of explaining that to other dudes. He considers the pay as you go thing and shakes his head having a lot of guys in a tight spot or without a lot of means that just need the skill to try to get on to better things. Maybe. Eventually. He gets that much. Without calling her out he offers, "I know the 9-5 can get weird. We'll work something out. You're good." Looking around he considers the double end bag and points to a space with a newer patch of concrete floor by virtue of the shift in colour. "Yeah had to take it out for a while for a remodel but I can get that strung back up. Been meaning to."

Erin pipes up from her workout, "Tonight there's a free class if you want to come." It's just a brief offer. "The sign up sheet is by the door.

There's a nod from the tattooed woman. Love casts one more look around the place, gaze following Joey's before she speaks up again. "Yeah, my hours are rough. Surf in the morning, sling drinks in the evening. I used to sleep, but apparently sleep is for the weak." She brushes inked fingers over her upper arm, skimming her nails over the tattoo of a bird and a few tall stalks of wheat there. "The number of body dumps in this town..." She pauses to fiddle with the arm of her sunglasses. "I spend a lot of time walking, given how often my car's in the shop." One other reason she's in here asking about membership.

She glances over when Erin takes a pause to join in the convo. "I would be down for that in a heartbeat, but I'm working the bar tonight. Is that class a regular thing?" If the murder rate holds steady, the demand will probably rise.

Joey commiserates evenly, "Shit I hear ya. I open here at 5:30 and am usually taking care of shit most evenings. It's why I set up a room in the back so I can catch a nap midday if I can." Apparently that's where he disappears to occasionally for a few hours. His attention shifts to Erin and he squints to her with a slow nod and then answer Love's question. "Even without killers on the loose there's enough other bullshit I'm thinking it's a good idea. I mean even if you can hit it doesn't help if you don't know where and when and the part people forget which is how to get the fuck out." His jaw tightens and even the bruiser's remiss to mention, "Never good gettin trapped. But you got a fair point that I should look into closing some afternoon to consider the gals that can use it who got late shifts."

Erin finishes up and reaches for her towel, draping it around her neck, turning towards the others, her ponytail flipping around when she does. "I don't mind printing up the flyers for it." After removing her gloves she reaches for the bottle of water she has before approaching them with a smile. "Don't let the free class detract you from membership. The membership is available a lot more hours. It's what I did and I come in at different times. There's usually a few people around. Everyone that I've met here has been great so far." After a drink she wipes her face with the towel. "If you need a mechanic, Jack Wellington does that sort of thing."

At the mention of 5:30, Love blows out a breath. She's lucky if she's in her first REM cycle by then, some nights when she's closing at the PC. "Yeah, it was on my list to look into a gym or dojo anyway. Just good practice, though the recent events kicked it right to the top. I'm an awful fucking shot, so there's no way I can rely on a weapon I have to reach for."

"I know most of the ladies down at the club would probably benefit from some tips. Pressure points, how to get out from under someone much stronger than you." Love taps her long fingernails against the edge of her aviators. "You know, maybe I can get the girls to all come down together one day, if you'd do some kind of group thing midday for them." She nods to Erin, "I used to hang with a bunch of fighters, and I know the value of visiting a gym often. One class doesn't drill it into you. You need muscle memory for that."

Her pale gaze goes to Erin, and she nods at the woman's observations, about the gym, the people, and even a name-drop on a potential mechanic. "Thanks, I'll keep him in mind. I'm still getting settled in. It's been a long time since I was here. It feels like everything's changed." Gray Harbor's gotten quite a bit darker, but she was a child when she was here last. "Everything's much smaller."

Joey nods slowly in agreement with the direction of the conversation. "Thaaaat's kinda the idea." He considers and sucks on one of his eye teeth thoughtfully and offers arching an eyebrow, "I know this is kinda a shit neighborhood and not all the ladies got a car. If Antonio's cool with it we could go there for like an early afternoon too." Shifting his weight to his other foot he shakes his head, "Shit's pretty fucked right now on a good day. I don't... like seeing assholes think they can do what they want cause they got more balls than brains ans usually to an unpressive quotient than that. So anything we can do to help them get to and from with as little disruption to their god damn day? I'm on board with." Is it personal? Seems so, but either way he doesn't seem to expect anything out of it other than arming the masses. "Yeah I keep tellin Duarte muscle memory is key but he forgets."

"He's told me enough times. Muscle memory. It's working though. True to his word." Erin takes another sip of her water. "I've got a few things to do on the computer. Send out reminders of memberships about to expire and check when the shirts will be finished. It was a pleasure meeting you." She tells Love. Then to Joey, "If you need me, just yell." A smile for the two before she goes to the office."

"Tony's cool with most things that keep the girls happy. Happy girls make more cash and keep the drinks and ATM use flowing." With a tidy markup. Love hms. "I bet he'd be down for that. I'll ask after I slide his second or third dry martini across the bar tonight." Timing is everything.

Love watches Joey for a long moment, pale eyes focused. She nods, tucking her thumb into the pocket of her jeans. "Thanks. For talking this out with me. Both of you." She looks to Erin, regarding the brunette for a long moment too. "I know a lot of people are uneasy, and any opportunity to take back some control, to do something to improve anything, even a sense of stability and self-reliance, it means so much."

"Duarte should come down tot he beach with me, try to get up on a surfboard and see how well that works without muscle memory. You'll never keep your feet." She laughs. And has no idea who Duarte is, but that makes little difference. "Pleasure's mine." Did she catch a name? Maybe, but she'll be around to chat more, for sure. "We have excellent bouncers... but they're not always going to be around." She flips her sunglasses open again, and reaches up to slide them on. Erin's gone already, but she extends a hand to Joey.

Joey nods in slow agreement. He offers to love with a squint of one eye. "I had to grow up watching my mom stay in more than one bad situation cause she couldn't walk out of it. Ain't no way to live." He watches Erin head to teh office and gives her a nod, "Well if the coffee runs out you'll definitely know." Becuase he's not going through someone leaving cleaning vinegar in it again. Ugh.

Looking back to Love he levels with her, "Some people need the room to realize they're stronger than they think and they don't gotta life in fuckin fear." He takes the hand giving her a quiet nod, "If you want to take some of the fliers with youto hang up in the ladies' room and backstage you're welcome to. We're also going to have a physician on hand if people need to talk to someone and an expert on how to best report shit and what to do if you don't think you'r ebein listened to so... ya know they know what tools are out there." He pauses leaving it off with, "Y'welcome." He walks over to get the flier and scribbles something down there. "The number here is on the sheet. Call I'll get it. You got ideas lemme know."

Once she has hold of his hand, she really studies Joey's face, in detail. It might be hard to tell what she's looking at thanks to the mirror shades. "Before I go." She clears her throat lightly. "Which one are you?" She means which twin, of course, though the little smirk following the question likely clears that up. Love's hold is polite, not too firm.

"Seems like your mama raised you right." She nods again, flicking a loose few strands of hair out of her eyes. "I'd agree with hat. Some people need the room. Sometimes a little reminder there's more out there. A push in the form of some coping mechanisms." She watches him write out the number, then moves to take the flyer. "I'll share this with the girls. I think at least a couple of them..." she pauses to glance toward the sign up sheet, "Might already be on the list."

Joey snickers, "Joey. Jaime's the musician.... or more to the point the one that was on the left." There's that wry grin. He tries to remember and nods, "Yeah, I think they are. " Itching at the edge of his jaw with two fingers he pauses to thumb to the back. "I'm gonna go suit up and get my reps in before class tonight. Seriously, Love, call me if anything comes up. Shit's been weird. Even by Gray Harbor standards."

Love is quiet for a while, then nods, finally. "No identical twins are exactly identical. We'll see if my spatial memory is good enough to tell you two apart now." Now that she's seen one of the twins up close and in good lighting, that is! It may or may not help her in the club lighting. She mhms. "I'll call if I think of something, or to schedule a time to pick a trainer." She turns, folding up the flyer into quarters, and then once more to slip it into the back pocket of her skinny jeans.

"Shit has one hundred percent been weird," is what she says when she heads out the door. Pushing it open, the turns back briefly to flash a grin. "Good luck with the ladies, Joey. I'll be in touch. Mean time... I'm going to go forward with the hope that no more rogue heads end up on any of my property." She rolls her shoulders like a shiver just slips down her spine, then steps out into the over-warm air of this Gray Harbor day.

Joey helps her out. "I'm left handed. He smiles. Different tattoos. He's the musician. I fight." He shrugs and figures those are the footnotes. "Heh well steel toe boots. Use it as a kickball?" It's one option of many. Still, that's life in the harbor. It's like that everywhere though right? This is normal? "Stay safe. Kick the water's ass."