[Kyle Foster]

As medical science began to extol the virtues of low impact workouts and flexibility the US military had started adopting many elements of traditional yoga into their physical fitness regimens.  A further, little known fact was the rise of yoga as not merely a tool for fitness but also stress management and anxiety relief among those in military circles.  Older soldiers especially turned to yoga to remain fit while also reducing injuries and limiting muscle fatigue that had become increasingly difficult to recover from.  These were all reason one Kyle Foster kept in his proverbial back pocket in case he found himself questioned about his seemingly intense commitment to the craft even after he'd stepped away from his life as a soldier.  The real reason he caught as many yoga classes at the local gym happened to have little to do with a healthy, post career lifestyle and more to do with fashion.  Or, more specifically, one trend the workout had lent its name to in recent years.

Yoga pants.

As usual on Friday afternoons after work Kyle made his way to the gym clad in running shoes, a tan tanktop and a pair of far too short running shorts.  Unlike most Fridays, however, he was arriving just a few minutes after the early yoga session had ended and easily an hour before the next would begin.  Another peculiarity of the day's activities was that Kyle had, for once, a specific purpose for his planned gaffe.  And that purpose happened to be making use of his primary reason for getting into yoga in the first place.

"Am I early?"  He asked the yoga instructor as she was putting away her gear from the recently ended session.  "I set three alarms just to make sure I was on time."

[Alice Campbell]

When Alice had decided to opt out of college, she spent a long time figuring out what she wanted to do with her life. Eventually though, she'd found quite a few hobbies that equally suited her as well as keeping her short attention span happy. She had never really been known for committing to things long term and while that was fine, it didn't pay the bills. Being a yoga trainer and a burlesque dancer offered enough variety for her to stay content. At least it had until now. She couldn't really complain.

Brown eyes lifted, being forcefully dragged towards the source of the voice. At the question, she cast a glance towards the clock, an eyebrow raising and amusement coloring her brown eyes. "Mmm," she mused, stretching her arms behind her back. "About an hour too early, and about five minutes too late," she said then, shrugging her shoulders. "Pick your poison."

Her eyes moved from his feet and up along his body. She appreciated a well trained, muscular body as much as the next girl. A poised smile formed on her lips.

[Kyle Foster]

It didn't take a trained raccoon with a Walt Disney imagination to see Kyle had shown up exactly when he'd planned. Subtlety wasn't his strong suit, though given his background this rarely came as a surprise. He spent little effort to hide the smirk that touched his lips or the mischievous gleam in his eye. He was up to something, of that anyone could see.

"Oh, man." The mock disappointment in Kyle's voice was far too easy to hear. He even gave a swing of an arm in an 'aw shucks' motion for emphasis. "You know, I do my best to be on time but sometimes it just doesn't work out." He explained, his head shaking faintly. "That's just how it goes." A shrug followed his simple take on the situation. The smirk then melted into a bit or a grin as he watched Alice for a moment. "Guess that means you're free for the next hour." Which had been the idea all along. "And I happen to know the bar across the street makes a great Manhattan."

[Alice Campbell]

Kyle wasn't the kind of guy Alice would ever claim to be the brightest bulb in the house, nor the sharpest knife in the drawer, but she liked him. He was a perfect blend of goofy and stupid. He wasn't the kind of guy you introduced to your parents, not the kind of guy you made a habit of keeping around, which to Alice, made him a cool guy. 

"We can't all always be on time," she shrugged, pretending she hadn't noticed the mischievousness practically gleaming off of him. "The world would be awfully dull if we were all the same." She offered him a simple shrug at that; really, it was true. She couldn't help the snort that passed her nose; she should have known. Really, she should have. "Alcohol and yoga," she mused, more so to herself. It was a good thing, then, that Alice didn't care.

Lifting her bag, she walked over to the corner of the room and placed it there. She had been looking for something to do to kill the hour, she might as well go along with the scheme. "Come on, then," she said as she started towards the door. "Fifty-seven minutes left." She looked at him, grinning.

[Kyle Foster]

Kyle couldn't be considered a mastermind by any stretch of the imagination, a shortcoming he was well aware of. This made the rare moment when a ridiculous scheme of his actually worked all the more sweeter. It didn't matter that he'd been a shameless flirt from day one and the yoga instructor hadn't dismissed him yet making the plan a calculated gamble. These were the small details he tended to not focus on. What he did catch was the look in Alice's eyes that seemed to express a mixture of amusement and possibly curiosity.

Not needing to be told twice, Kyle simply smirked, nodded and started toward the door alongside Alice. He cast a short grin in her direction, one that made it apparently clear he'd long given up the notion of taking himself too seriously. He pushed the door leading outside open, pausing to let Alice exit first. "Oh, I only need three minutes."

[Alice Campbell]

In way, being around Kyle was a relief. He was the kind of person who didn't seem to take himself - or life - all that seriously. While Alice had certain things she took to, life generally wasn't one of them. She was still young and intended on enjoying her youth for as long as she could. Going off with a guy she didn't really know was hardly something that would surprise anyone that knew her.

"If that's an innuendo, you're not flattering yourself," she fired back at him, unable to keep her own grin from appearing on her lips. Opening the door, she stepped into the crisp January air and took a deep breath. She couldn't wait for summer, tank tops and shorts to be a part of her wardrobe again. "You're paying, by that way," she tossed over her shoulder before crossing the street.

[Kyle Foster]

Seemingly unphased by the cold Kyle stepped out of the gym with nary a flinch despite his ludicrously short attire. He started across the street, his loose, relaxed stride expressing a distinct lack of care for the world around him. Even Alice's potentially scathing remark was met with an easy amusement. "Oh." He replied, a smirk accompanying the glance he sent Alice's way. "Who says those three minutes are for myself?"

Kyle didn't wait for a reaction to his continued innuendo, rather he continued crossing the street, stepping up onto the opposite curb and heading for the door to the bar. From the looks of things the bar had just opened and there were very few people inside save for the employees. "Of course." He said, answering Alice's assertion as he pushed open the door to the bar, pausing once again to allow her to enter first. "I am a classy gentleman, after all."

[Alice Campbell]

She laughed at that. Genuinely laughed at that. "Oh, right," she said, nodding. "My bad." She couldn't quite help the roll to her eyes. She had to give it to him, though, he had charm. She could see how he'd gotten all the practice from. She didn't think it was particularly hard for him to charm his way, well, anywhere.

Following suit, the brunette stepped up and passed him through the door. "I'm not sure I'd go for the word classy, but I'll take it." It took the brunette nothing more than a sweep of the room to decide she liked it. It was cozy, but seemed like a great place for a drink. She would have preferred the mull of more people, but she wasn't too picky. She had company, after all.

"Bar or boot?" she asked, turning to face him, eyebrows raised. "I suppose it's only fair to let you decide, no?"

[Kyle Foster]

A little know fact about Kyle was that he wasn't, by any means, a charismatic guy, at least not consciously so. The ease in which he interacted with people and the world around him as a whole didn't stem from an innate comfort or natural aptitude for making people like him rather it came from one, simple source: Kyle had just seen so much shit in his life he had lost all capacity to care much about what anyone thought of him. By the same token he'd overcome so much he lacked any sense of ego. It wasn't as if he had anything to prove to anyone. If he truly wanted to get into a dick swinging competition he'd just dust off the medals and ribbons he kept stuffed in a box in his closet.

"Bar." He replied without hesitation. He never saw the point of sitting anywhere else when in a place like this. He didn't wait for a response, rather he made a beeline for a barstool and took up residence like he was paying rent. The bartender, by default, made his way toward them. Kyle raised two fingers. "Jameson on the rocks." He said. "Two." He exchanged nods with the bartender who immediately went to fulfill the order. "You know." Kyle said, turning his attention to the snarky woman nearby. "I didn't expect you to go along with this so easily." He admitted. "The last yoga instructor I asked out wasn't nearly this laid back." He shook his head, waving a hand dismissively. "She just yelled at me, mumbling something about being married or some shit."

[Alice Campbell]

Alice didn't even have the time to offer a nod before the man made his way towards the bar. Happily, she followed. She usually preferred the simplicity of the bar as opposed to the intimacy of a boot. It felt freer and more open. It was easier. Taking a seat, she raised her eyebrows at the order, but didn't complain. Sure, she had her preferences, but was always keen on trying new things. She would have been a hypocrite had she argued. Besides, he was paying.

"Yeah, well," she shrugged, unable to keep the grin from appearing. "I did have an hour to kill." What else should she have done with it? Sit around, waiting for people to show up? That hardly sounded like something her restless soul would take much joy from. She chuckled then. "Well," she mused, "We can't all be single and eager to drink during day time." She offered him a shrug. "I mean, that would make the world awfully boring."

[Kyle Foster]

Kyle couldn't help but nod. It was true. If there weren't those who lived with a bit of reckless abandon the world would be a lot more boring than it already was. A pair of glasses were set on the bar in front of them prompting Kyle to slide hand over his credit card to open a tab with. He scooped up his glass and raised it to Alice. "I'll drink to that." He proclaimed with a chuckle. Though, truth be told he really didn't need much of an excuse to drink, it just helped to have one.

He took a drink, feeling the warmth of the whiskey as it went down. He glanced at the auburn liquid in his glass before his eyes slid to the side, taking in Alice's reaction to the hard liquor. The time for jokes and flippant remarks was reaching its end. Eventually those grew old and started to annoy even Kyle. "Alright." Kyle said curtly, sitting up a bit as he took another drink from his glass, though he made a mental note to not go so fast with it. Whiskey could sneak up on even the more experienced of drinkers and it was far too early in the day to drunkenly stumble home. "How do you end up teaching yoga? You a personal trainer on the side or something?"

[Alice Campbell]

Lifting the glass to her lips, the brunette decided not to smell it before taking a swig. Pulling her lips back in a grimace, she chuckled. "Wow," she said, "That's terrible." She had never been one to enjoy brown liquor, but this was by far the worst thing she had ever tasted. The conversation, and the mood, changed, which had Alice lifting her gaze, brows furrowed.

The question had the brown eyes telekinetic smiling. "It happened by chance, really," she offered with a shrug. Just like everything else in life, she supposed. "I've always enjoyed exercising, so I supposed it just seemed like a right fit." Her choices rarely, if ever, had any long trains of thought behind them. She was impulsive that way. "I am a dancer on the side, though," she added, a secretive smirk forming against her plump lips. He could take that however he wanted.

[Kyle Foster]

Now Alice had Kyle's attention.

It didn't matter that she so obviously abhorred his drink of choice (she still choked it down anyway) or that she looked at him like he was growing a third arm out of his forehead when he asked the somewhat normal question. She was a dancer? That was something he hadn't expected though it could readily be considered a pleasant surprise. His interest in the much younger woman had suddenly grown tenfold.

"So you're... flexible and know how to move." Kyle mused with a smirk that was less than innocent. He may have drifted into 'normal' territory for just a moment but it wasn't as if he could resist making a comment on that bit of news Alice had just divulged. "I'm impressed. What would I have to do to sign up for private lessons sometime?"

[Alice Campbell]

She couldn't help the grin that swept over her lips. "You mean, more so than what being a yoga instructor requires of me?" It was often how the male population reacted to finding out what she did for a living, though, this guy seemed to do it with more childlike glee rather than perversion. That, or he was better at hiding it. 

Taking another swig from the horrible drink, Alice made herself more comfortable in her seat; Which wasn't an easy fet. "Hm," she mused out loud. "You'd have to take that up with my boss." She looked at him then, eyebrows raised. "Unless you're willing to pay more than he does, and you're not, I guess you're just going to have to settle for imagining it." She tossed a smirk his way as she placed the drink on the bar, waving the bartender over.

"Can I have a sour green, please?"

[Kyle Foster]

It was safe to say Kyle was okay with how the brief conversation had gone so far. He'd already learned some very interesting bits of information about Alice. Information that was beginning to pain a very... curious picture about the brunette. So while, yes, he responded to the discovery of Alice's side job with interest and curiosity, she wasn't the first dancer he'd ever met. Just the first who agreed to go day drinking with him before teaching a yoga class.

"I guess it's a good thing I have a very active imagination." He mused with a smirk of his own playing on his lips. Kyle took down the rest of his drink with ease and gestured to the bartender for another. "Because I was thinking of a... different sort of exchange." Eyebrows then waggled in an almost cartoonish way at that.