Asp waited for Avis and Zoey in their personal dojo in the Fourth Wall, wearing her usual workout gear: a grey tank-top, sports bra and a pair of black yoga pants. There were no shoes. Shoes were for chumps.
Her toenails were painted a light red.
They were not bejazzled.
She stretched, and waited, for today, Avis and Zodiac would learn a new trick or two. After all, it was essential that Avis's stakes went where she wanted them to go, and that Zodiac wasn't killed by the first person who grabbed her in a fight.