... actually nobody had told West about this little.... meeting/workout/viewing party. He was mid-jog, working up a sweat on his usual daily run to get rid of all that excess energy when he saw just ahead a larrrrge gathering of his peers.

Which was just odd because he wasn't there and the ex-captain was essentially always in the thick of these things. He slowed up, jogging on the spot as he tried to work out what was going on. And don't get him wrong or anything, he appreciated the bare legs, but why were there not more yoga pants in evidence? Warmer and form fitting. Total win yeah? He transferred his gaze from the girls beginning their poses, over to his mates, and raised one eyebrow.

"You're all dogs." He told the boys. Bahaha. It was brilliant.