Bon chuckled a little, laying there for a moment, "perv seems appropriate to you... admirer seems more appropriate to me...". He stood up slowly, brushing himself off. "The name's Bon... not Mr. Bon, not Master Bon, just Bon...". He held out his hand to her.

She took his and politely shaking it just a bit.

"Bon huh? Well I'm Raven though most people I know call me Jack."

She looked towards the punching bag Bon had pointed out earlier curious what he had in mind with it.

And you're a pervy admirer alright? So a punching bag huh... Never really used one before."

Bon chuckled as he put his arm around her. "Why don't we make this punching fun more interesting?"

"And what might I ask do you mean by more fun?"

she asked eyes glancing at the arm that was placed around her not reacting in a positive way... though it wasn't quite negative either more indifferent.

Bon smirked, "how about a game of strip punching bag?" He chuckled.

"You'll have to explain that one to me..."

She stared confused wondering how it was even possible to play such a thing she didn't quite mind the idea of the game; it forced her counter phobic nature to surface forcing her to confront her fear or men even further.

"Whoever... let's say shatters the punching bag... gets what they want..." Bon smiled happily as he looked at her.

"Hmmm... doesn't sound anything like the other games I've heard of with strip in the title..."

She scratched her head and looked at the punching bag then at Bon.

"And there's no way in hell I'll ever be able to even make a tear in that thing. You're just trying to get me to agree with it so when you win you can get me to strip for you aren't you?"

so she knew a little about the way of men or thought she did

Bon chuckled at her comment, looking her up and down. "Quick to assume that I want you naked for me huh?" He looked at the punching bag. "How do you know I don't want to strip for you?". It was a good thing he was quick on his feet, or else little ms. sexy probably would have ran off.

She shrugged a bit.

"Just assumed seeing you're still dressed. though if you have another suggestion of some sort of work out game I'm all for it as long as I have a chance of winning."

With a smirk and a nod she'd crack her knuckles looking about the gym for ideas of her own.

((how tall is bon anyway?))

(6'0)

Bon smiled at her, "alright, I'll think some more...". He then began to look around again for another idea.

((ahhh alright... only 2 inches taller than raven))

She tapped her foot against the floor half ready to pull her book back from her pocket out of boredom; thus far the 'workout' hadn't been as nice as she'd expected it to be but, otherwise she'd been having a decent time chatting at least.

Bon touched her shoulder, then slapped her arm. "Catch me if you can!". And in a mad dash he made his way running around the gym, hiding the in the guys locker room for time being.

She was a bit surprised by him bolting off like that and couldn't help but laugh a little as she followed until reaching the doorway of the locker room he had entered. she scratched her cheek a little.

"Why is there even a mens locker room in the school... oh yeah the trainer & staff use the gym after curfew.""

She knocked on the door of the locker.

"Oh come on no fair hiding in there!"

"No one else is in here... you might as well come in...". He chuckled still hiding.