Roni Mancini had a good sheen of sweat on her. If there was one thing that warmed her dark heart, it was working out. Expelling all the general rage and irritation at the world through sweating was the next best thing to sex and breaking a chick down. Most people stayed away from her, knowing of her ill temper and easiness to snap, and Roni liked it that way. She didn't want to talk to any of these losers anyway, unless they were hot enough to hook up with. And then that's a huge maybe.
The purple-haired babe was in a black sporty top and short shorts. She had a towel slung around her shoulders, and after a break from cardio, she went to the bench press, a tradition of hers, to start her strength workout proper. Only someone was on her favorite bench. She had been there for a while. If Roni was in a more charitable mood, she very well might have asked her if she was almost done, but look at this chick. She had loser written on her shirt. How could she show
that any sort of respect?
So Mancini strolled up to bench and whistled to get Karin's attention.
"Hey, loser. It's time to go. Let a winner work out," she said confidently and non-chalantly to the smaller girl, nodding her head to the side as if to tell her further to shove off. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and waited for the little peon to do what she asked.