The sounds of weights clattering was like music to the big badger. Dorothy loved everything there was about going to the gym. The release, the thought of improving herself, the time she got to spend with her daughter, absolutely everything. This was a time for her to just let it all out and she loved it.

Well, not everything. There was one part of coming to the gym she hated with a passion.

There was this one woman, a dachshund lady, who's made it her mission to antagonize her since the day she moved here and joined HER gym. Dorothy couldn't even figure out why this lady had decided to be such a bitch, but she always had some sort of comment or general attitude that took the badger back to her school days. She'd spent many years dealing with that sort of thing from the girls in her school and thought that she was beyond it now, that the years of anger management afterward had taught her how to deal with it if it ever came back.

But here she was, nearly forty years later, seething down to her bones as she did her reps. Every other things she said an explosion of that anger she felt, not just for the dachshund woman who should have been minding her own business, but for all those years of teasing she'd dealt with before. Her arms surged and venom poured from her lips as she extended with a tad over two hundred pounds racked, her daughter watching on in a sort of almost glee. She'd never seen her mother so angry, so raw, and in a weird way she enjoyed it.

At least someone did, as Dorothy certainly wouldn't as she stood in the showers later.

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Artwork ©  hanazawa
Terra and Dorothy ©  skylorforscythe