Who: Oliver and Laurel Where: Gym What: War world three of emotional warfare is going down When: Early this morning. Rating: medium Open: Um, ask me or Jess first.
Laurel was mad, Oliver had gotten underneath her skin for the last time. She didn't sleep good the night before, so she got up early and hit the gym, one good thing about this place. She started on the treadmill and than circled the room, when she saw the punching bag in the corner, gloves sitting there like it was just put there for her, Laurel was instantly drawn there.
She put the gloves on and started to pound away. She was still lashing out her frustration, but between Ted coaching and Nyssa advice, Laurel was hitting the bag pretty damn hard. If she wasn't so angry, she would be slightly impressed with herself.