The rubber wheels of his bucket trundled across the textured tiles as he made his way to the end of the open showers. He knew Peterson, one of the wrestling coaches, and he was an asshole with nothing between his ears but stats and strategies. The man was a hot head, he’d seen him knock out a guy at the local bar over a pool match. If the coach really had given this young man permission to use the showers then he was probably one of his best. He looked like it, too. Dan was no slouch when it came to staying in shape and working out, but this athlete had a the body of a Greek statue, as so many of the top athletes did.
