Lilly and Taylor - It's Only Sporting

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at te punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at te punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? Thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? Thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all." he snarled out, following up with a left jab. "All doctors want to do is be friends!"

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all," he snarled out, following up with a left jab, "all doctors want to do is be friends!"

It was no longer just a nice friendly sporting event...instead it was Taylor's fist in Lillian's face and she certainly hadn't been expecting it, but medical personnel riled Taylor up. He was no longer the man that she had thought he was upon glance, and instead was the man whose fist had wound up forcefully pressing against her nose. It was nothing that Lillian couldn't fix, but she stumbled backwards when the blood started to gush out of her nose and her hands flew up to cradle it as the crunch had alerted her before the pain had.

"Apparently none of the ones you've met have," Lillian let out as she stood up straight and took a step back from him.

She had more in her, but she felt like right now all she was doing was making Taylor angry and uncomfortable and that had never been her intention. So the questions her was whether or not she should just concede and owe him a drink and try to be friendly later when Taylor was more receptive, or keep going and risk more injury to herself than just her nose, which would need medical attention. It was tender and she made a face as she looked at the crimson stain on her fingertips, and she smiled gently, nodding her head.

"I concede," Lillian said gently, with a laugh. "Should have known a doctor was no match for a marine. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all," he snarled out, following up with a left jab, "all doctors want to do is be friends!"

It was no longer just a nice friendly sporting event...instead it was Taylor's fist in Lillian's face and she certainly hadn't been expecting it, but medical personnel riled Taylor up. He was no longer the man that she had thought he was upon glance, and instead was the man whose fist had wound up forcefully pressing against her nose. It was nothing that Lillian couldn't fix, but she stumbled backwards when the blood started to gush out of her nose and her hands flew up to cradle it as the crunch had alerted her before the pain had.

"Apparently none of the ones you've met have," Lillian let out as she stood up straight and took a step back from him.

She had more in her, but she felt like right now all she was doing was making Taylor angry and uncomfortable and that had never been her intention. So the questions her was whether or not she should just concede and owe him a drink and try to be friendly later when Taylor was more receptive, or keep going and risk more injury to herself than just her nose, which would need medical attention. It was tender and she made a face as she looked at the crimson stain on her fingertips, and she smiled gently, nodding her head.

"I concede," Lillian said gently, with a laugh. "Should have known a doctor was no match for a marine. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

"No." huffed Taylor as his shoulders rose and fell with each panted breath, taking his gloves and hand-wraps off before inspecting the woman's nose. "It doesn't look broken. Something cold will help I guess." he explained before turning his back to store his gloves away. "So, I suppose I won that drink. Not sure when I'll be able to take you up on it....having to fly patrols and all that."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all," he snarled out, following up with a left jab, "all doctors want to do is be friends!"

It was no longer just a nice friendly sporting event...instead it was Taylor's fist in Lillian's face and she certainly hadn't been expecting it, but medical personnel riled Taylor up. He was no longer the man that she had thought he was upon glance, and instead was the man whose fist had wound up forcefully pressing against her nose. It was nothing that Lillian couldn't fix, but she stumbled backwards when the blood started to gush out of her nose and her hands flew up to cradle it as the crunch had alerted her before the pain had.

"Apparently none of the ones you've met have," Lillian let out as she stood up straight and took a step back from him.

She had more in her, but she felt like right now all she was doing was making Taylor angry and uncomfortable and that had never been her intention. So the questions her was whether or not she should just concede and owe him a drink and try to be friendly later when Taylor was more receptive, or keep going and risk more injury to herself than just her nose, which would need medical attention. It was tender and she made a face as she looked at the crimson stain on her fingertips, and she smiled gently, nodding her head.

"I concede," Lillian said gently, with a laugh. "Should have known a doctor was no match for a marine. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

"No," huffed Taylor as his shoulders rose and fell with each panted breath, taking his gloves and hand-wraps off before inspecting the woman's nose. "It doesn't look broken. Something cold will help I guess," he explained before turning his back to store his gloves away. "So, I suppose I won that drink. Not sure when I'll be able to take you up on it...having to fly patrols and all that."

For a moment Lillian's breath caught in her throat as Taylor inspected her nose, but she had a feeling that this was just another spar to him, so she moved her blushing face away from him and went to grab her sweatshirt, pulling it on and shrugging a little bit. She could fix herself up in Sickbay before calling it a night, deciding to just let this go because after all she was a doctor and could take care of herself and she had chosen to concede. Still, it made her wonder a moment what was going on inside of his head and she knew she shouldn't just read his mind even though she could...Marlo always told her that doing that was rude.

"I have a lot of work to do myself," Lillian began with a nod. "Being second officer and CMO isn't a walk in the park," she explained before chewing on her lip a moment. "So...why do people in medical blue rub you the wrong way?"

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all," he snarled out, following up with a left jab, "all doctors want to do is be friends!"

It was no longer just a nice friendly sporting event...instead it was Taylor's fist in Lillian's face and she certainly hadn't been expecting it, but medical personnel riled Taylor up. He was no longer the man that she had thought he was upon glance, and instead was the man whose fist had wound up forcefully pressing against her nose. It was nothing that Lillian couldn't fix, but she stumbled backwards when the blood started to gush out of her nose and her hands flew up to cradle it as the crunch had alerted her before the pain had.

"Apparently none of the ones you've met have," Lillian let out as she stood up straight and took a step back from him.

She had more in her, but she felt like right now all she was doing was making Taylor angry and uncomfortable and that had never been her intention. So the questions her was whether or not she should just concede and owe him a drink and try to be friendly later when Taylor was more receptive, or keep going and risk more injury to herself than just her nose, which would need medical attention. It was tender and she made a face as she looked at the crimson stain on her fingertips, and she smiled gently, nodding her head.

"I concede," Lillian said gently, with a laugh. "Should have known a doctor was no match for a marine. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

"No," huffed Taylor as his shoulders rose and fell with each panted breath, taking his gloves and hand-wraps off before inspecting the woman's nose. "It doesn't look broken. Something cold will help I guess," he explained before turning his back to store his gloves away. "So, I suppose I won that drink. Not sure when I'll be able to take you up on it...having to fly patrols and all that."

For a moment Lillian's breath caught in her throat as Taylor inspected her nose, but she had a feeling that this was just another spar to him, so she moved her blushing face away from him and went to grab her sweatshirt, pulling it on and shrugging a little bit. She could fix herself up in Sickbay before calling it a night, deciding to just let this go because after all she was a doctor and could take care of herself and she had chosen to concede. Still, it made her wonder a moment what was going on inside of his head and she knew she shouldn't just read his mind even though she could...Marlo always told her that doing that was rude.

"I have a lot of work to do myself," Lillian began with a nod. "Being second officer and CMO isn't a walk in the park," she explained before chewing on her lip a moment. "So...why do people in medical blue rub you the wrong way?"

The question was answered with a silent shrug as he pondered how to best reply. Was it a straight forward answer or something more complicated? "Wouldn't know anything about being a second officer." he offered with a weak smile as he tilted his head towards the woman. "Look. It's just I don't like sickbays, hyposprays, medical tricorders and yes...I don't like doctors. Personally or professionally. If you want to go scanning me when I'm knocked out then go right ahead or if it's going to keep me flying, that's fine with me. Just don't expect me to come running when I hurt myself. I'll get this drink for the drink, not the company that comes with it."

||Starbase 12
||Gym
||July 29, 2387
||2234


Lillian thought that there was nothing quite like a late night work-out to relax yourself...plus she got to wear as little as possible and Betazoids enjoyed the small things like that. So, after pulling up her hair into a ponytail out of her face, she pulled on short shorts and a very nice sports bra and then pulled a zip-up sweatshirt to cover up on the way to the gym in the lift. Lillian smiled when she entered the pretty dead gym, heading over to a punching bag and wrapping up her hands after stripping the jacket off, glad the place was mostly deserted at the moment, but it was bound to pick up in the late hours and then die out and then boom.

She stretched a little bit and then made sure her laces were tight on her shoes before she started right in on the punching bag without much ceremony. It wasn't as much fun as a good spar, because she enjoyed having to react to other's actions, still she really wanted to get a work out in and a punching bag was nice because she could keep her heart rate up and still feel like something was getting done. Besides, it wasn't like someone was just going to waltz right into the place and 'save her from herself'...and the very few people in the place didn't mind watching the barely clad Betazoid go at the punching bag with more expertise than they thought she would have at this particular work out.

Taylor was already in the gym but in his usual corner doing press-ups, letting his arms carry the weight of his body as he rose and fell above the sweat-stained mat. Unlike the new-comer to the gym he was dressed more...conservatively. He watched the woman slam her fists into the punching bag with mild interest before he stood up. Taylor brushed his hands together as he walked towards her with a look of curiosity. "You've got good form, I guess. For a medical officer. Little bit off balance." he explained as he looked at the punching bag before letting his eyes settle on Lillian's face.

"Course, boxing is one of many art forms in hand-to-hand combat. Personally I prefer Krav Maga. Less sexually close throws and more broken kneecaps." he said cheerfully. "Course it's not as fancy as anything Betazoid might have."

"Where's the fun of less sexual closeness?" Lillian teased before straightening up. "For a medical officer, huh? It's important to stay mentally and physically fit, so I pride myself on physical exertion." She smiled a little as she took a breath, making eye contact with the young man and then smirking a moment. "Feeling the burn over there?"

Mostly she was trying to be playful, but on top of that she wanted Taylor to know that she had actually listened to everything that he had told her in their first meeting. She hadn't just been asking questions to make small talk, she had honestly wanted to know more about him and he had mentioned not liking working out but it was a necessary evil. Lillian enjoyed herself more often than not but she had to admit that even she did it simply to keep herself healthy and not because she liked taking time out of her day to sweat all over the place...at least not this way.

"If you have any boxing pointes, I'd be happy to listen," she offered as she rested her hands on her hips.

"To the point it's almost third degree." joked the marine pilot who observed the punching bag with great interest before returning his eyes to the woman's face. "Course it's one of these things that have to be done. Being in a cockpit with the grav turned off to allow for more power for useful systems does run the risk of muscle atrophy. Then again we're in there for hours and we come back into a gravity-filled environment. Maybe marine training left its mark after all."

He sniffed gently as he thought about for advice on boxing. It wasn't so much his favourite sport but it was a great way to blow off steam. Grudges could spill into feuds which in turn would strain unit cohesion and morale. What better way than to settle it in the ring? "Nothing you probably don't know. Feet need to move a lot, press the attack, controlled aggression. Bluff moves, dodge, counter and then repeat. It's not the hardest art to master. Speed and control."

Smiling, Lillian nodded and then she took a step closer to him. "I prefer sparring with a person rather than just a punching bag, myself. Ocassionally there is the pulled ligament or jab to the eye, but more often than not, it's a nice, friendly, sweaty game between friends."

She had come down here to get a work out and get a work out she would whether it was boxing a punching bag or sparring a marine. Physically he could best her even as agile as she was, but there was nothing wrong in her mind with him ending up on top of her. Plus if either of them pulled something, the situation could be turned in her favor.

"What do you say, Lieutenant Handsome?" Lillian asked him with a smile. "Loser buys winner a drink."

"I've already got a nickname and it's Iceman." said Taylor reproachfully as he wrapped his hands up, looking at her with a mildly annoyed expression. "And a crafty way to get a drink with me but well...I could always use a free drink." added the marine who gave a smirk before he donned his gloves over his wrapped hands to protect both his knuckles and Lillian's face.

Taylor raised his hands defensively, dancing on the spot as he grinned, his mouth guard already in place before he started to do his little movements. He was cocky, ready to win. A doctor against a marine? Wasn't exactly the fairest line up of the century.

"You gave yourself the nickname," Lillian reminded him playfully. "Besides, either way I get to have a drink with you--I've already won."

It was true as now win or lose she got to spend extra time with Taylor, but that didn't mean she didn't want to win. Of course he was bigger than her and obviously stronger, but there was always a chance and so Lillian sized him up a moment before she jabbed near his stomach. Staying away from his eyes seemed polite, but if anything went then she never knew what would happen. What mattered right now was getting shots in and keeping her balance and she was focused on getting a work out at the moment...the drink would wait.

"I mean clearly you noticed I was interested before, right?" she asked as she made a move for his side, keeping herself alert to block any jab to the face from him.

He shook his head at the question as he gave testing jabs and hooks to keep her off-balance. To win you had to control the pace of the fight and keep your opponent on the defensive. He managed to bounce away from her first strike and she was focused on his form rather than her eyes. Which was something of a big mistake. At least his latinum count wasn't going to be dropping.

"Actually I thought you were doing that typical medical thing, getting into the patient's head?" he offered with another jab. "It made sense to me at the time. New face, new mind to probe to see if he's going to end up in a biobed or not. If that was your attempt at flirting....you really, really need to refine that. A nice dress, a bottle and a couple of glasses would have gone better than medical blues, tricorder and a lot of questions. Still I would have questioned it..."

"You are the second person to suggest I've lost my touch," Lillian said as she tried to keep herself grounded. "Perhaps I should have just flat out asked you out, but I prefer dirty jokes and the man to think 'hey, she is coming onto me'. I dunno, maybe I haven't really regained myself since the accident..."

She was distracting herself and that was bad, so instead she chose now to keep her mouth shut and jab near his face to keep him focused on something else. Lillian didn't want to give him a sob story or make him feel sorry for her, so it was time to spar. Besides, it was kind of fun and now he understood her intentions...wait, what had he said?

"So a short skirt and a direct invite for a date would have what? You would have thought I had the wrong guy?" Lillian asked him.

"Would have got you a flat refusal and loss on a good bottle of booze." he teased, smirking before making a one-two-one punching combo for her face and stomach to keep her off-guard. "Sorry but I'm not a simple guy. I'm...careful. Besides women make me fly funny."

"Understandable," she said with a nod, making a mental note to just watch him from afar. "For the record though, simple is boring."

She was quick enough to block her face, but the blow to her stomach knocked her off balance and a loud 'oof' sounded. It actually made her feel better that it was a challenege with another person and she smiled and nodded at him. This was turning out to be a pretty good night regardless of Taylor so politely turning her down for anything other than friendship and she was pretty sure she would be able to work just fine with this young man despite her very obvious attraction to him.

"Very nice shot and for future reference, I won't try to ask you out again," she told him smiling and jabbing twice at his sides. "I'd love to be your friend at least though..."

Lillian took that moment to go for his jaw and his hip, hoping to at least make him caught off guard by realizing she wasn't backing down, but it wasn't about 'winning' for her right now. Should he win, she was going to get to buy Taylor a drink and should she win, he'd buy her one and she'd just find a way to move forward and keep going as she was going. Besides, maybe Taylor could help her to move forward from everything she was trying so desperately to be more than okay with, and they'd both have gotten this work out in, which was always a plus in Lillian's book.

"Friends? Aye, I suppose I could be friends with a doctor." he replied as he bounced from foot to foot, sweat causing his forehead to glisten. He didn't feel bad for the hits. Why should he? After all she made the challenge and Taylor was eager to accept it. Despite being cool headed the man had an ego that loved to be stroked. Personally, rather than professionally. After all when it came to the job at hand he always remained focused.

He struck again, this time going for a right hook to the face. Taylor put a lot of force behind it, as if it was a real fight. That was the key; don't think of it as a sparring match. Think of it as life and death. "After all," he snarled out, following up with a left jab, "all doctors want to do is be friends!"

It was no longer just a nice friendly sporting event...instead it was Taylor's fist in Lillian's face and she certainly hadn't been expecting it, but medical personnel riled Taylor up. He was no longer the man that she had thought he was upon glance, and instead was the man whose fist had wound up forcefully pressing against her nose. It was nothing that Lillian couldn't fix, but she stumbled backwards when the blood started to gush out of her nose and her hands flew up to cradle it as the crunch had alerted her before the pain had.

"Apparently none of the ones you've met have," Lillian let out as she stood up straight and took a step back from him.

She had more in her, but she felt like right now all she was doing was making Taylor angry and uncomfortable and that had never been her intention. So the questions her was whether or not she should just concede and owe him a drink and try to be friendly later when Taylor was more receptive, or keep going and risk more injury to herself than just her nose, which would need medical attention. It was tender and she made a face as she looked at the crimson stain on her fingertips, and she smiled gently, nodding her head.

"I concede," Lillian said gently, with a laugh. "Should have known a doctor was no match for a marine. Do you have a handkerchief or something?"

"No," huffed Taylor as his shoulders rose and fell with each panted breath, taking his gloves and hand-wraps off before inspecting the woman's nose. "It doesn't look broken. Something cold will help I guess," he explained before turning his back to store his gloves away. "So, I suppose I won that drink. Not sure when I'll be able to take you up on it...having to fly patrols and all that."

For a moment Lillian's breath caught in her throat as Taylor inspected her nose, but she had a feeling that this was just another spar to him, so she moved her blushing face away from him and went to grab her sweatshirt, pulling it on and shrugging a little bit. She could fix herself up in Sickbay before calling it a night, deciding to just let this go because after all she was a doctor and could take care of herself and she had chosen to concede. Still, it made her wonder a moment what was going on inside of his head and she knew she shouldn't just read his mind even though she could...Marlo always told her that doing that was rude.

"I have a lot of work to do myself," Lillian began with a nod. "Being second officer and CMO isn't a walk in the park," she explained before chewing on her lip a moment. "So...why do people in medical blue rub you the wrong way?"

The question was answered with a silent shrug as he pondered how to best reply. Was it a straight forward answer or something more complicated? "Wouldn't know anything about being a second officer." he offered with a weak smile as he tilted his head towards the woman. "Look. It's just I don't like sickbays, hyposprays, medical tricorders and yes...I don't like doctors. Personally or professionally. If you want to go scanning me when I'm knocked out then go right ahead or if it's going to keep me flying, that's fine with me. Just don't expect me to come running when I hurt myself. I'll get this drink for the drink, not the company that comes with it."

"Fair enough," Lillian nodded as she gathered up her things.

On the one hand she was offended and wanted to take the offer back because he was certainly showiing her a side of him she almost hated, but she had offered and had lost--there was no honorable way to back out now. On the other hand, Lillian felt like maybe he'd had a bad experience and was just taking it out on her because that was how he dealt with things and maybe she should just up and give him the benefit of the doubt. Either way, she currently felt like he was being an ass and wanted to be away from him...he obviously didn't want to be in her company either, smiles or not.

"I'm always around to help if you need it, but don't feel obligated," Lillian told him, no more smiles left as pink tinted her cheeks and pain crept into her voice. "I was just trying to be sporting and perhaps get to know you--we will be working together--but I crossed a line. I shouldn't have hit on you and you don't want to be friends so I'll get you the drink purely because you won it fair and square, but then we can ignore each other. After all, one doctor is just like the rest, right? Thanks for the spar, Iceman...goodnight."

Nodding, Lillian chewed on her lip and headed for Sickbay, touching her tender nose as she went. She had touched a nerve with him and she knew it, but he was taking something out on her she didn't deserve and attraction or not, she wasn't about to let him treat her like she was an inconvenience and he'd said it himself: he wanted the drink, he didn't want to be around her. Now what mattered was treating her injury and maybe she'd just buy him something and drop it off because that was what he wanted...then he'd be spared of her company.

"Duty before play, Lilly," she whispered to herself. "Let's be a bit more professional..."

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Then I shall get it posted. Now for a distress call to happen and these kids getting stuck in a warzone together...I wonder if they'll kill each other.