Marcie gritted her teeth, prepared to fight for her right to enter, but as she gathered her breath, the door was shut in her face.
She took a few steps back, left alone in the foyer, trying to control her breathing. Her body thrummed with the unfairness, the violence of it all, being treated like chattel and its 2020AD not BC for fucks sake. Slowly she retreated back to her locker room, retrieving her things in a haze. She didn't want to undress here, she felt too exposed already, so she just ran a damp cloth around the back of her neck and under her arms to freshen up. Her arms were stiffening up, so she gently stretched as well, to keep limber.
She thought she could hear the roar of the fight under the earth, and she found she was still trembling, so she left the gym. Not to give herself a head start. Perhaps if she went to Aphrodite's place, she could claim sanctuary, but for how long? No, Apollo would find her if he won no matter where she was, she felt a sick certainty about it.
There was a bar not far from the gym that she'd heard some of the guys went to, so she decided to go there and wait. She propped herself up on a bar stool, having left her gym bag in a locker to collect later, and ordered something light and some fries, and settled in to wait.