A Certain Chance Encounter

"Cool." Alice gave a thumbs up. "And don't worry. I'm super strong." Maybe she could fill in for her at the boring stuff. Like fan meets or something.

"Assuming I get any fans. I don't really want any fans actually..."

"Um. I guess we should exchange phone numbers or something." Alice was not used to the whole 'having acquaintances' thing. Did that even count if it was her clone? Oh well. "...We should team up some time. I bet that'd be funny."

"Oh yeah, I suppose you would be, if you're anything like me." A lot of confidence for someone who hasn't actually fought outside the schoolyard.

"Yeah, guess we should. Mmm... team up? Heh, yeah, that'd be pretty sweet..." She imagined a clueless ref and a bunch of comically oversize opponents confused on who to fight. Overall, an impossible scenario. She set down the dumbbells on the rack and pulled out a phone from her shorts, opening it up and handing it over for Alice to fill out whatever.

"I haven't been booked for a match yet, so maybe we can finangle one together against another pair. Well, we'll discuss this later, the gym's not the best place to talk business."

Taking Alison's phone, Alice would input her own phone number, take a quick (deadpan) selfie, and set it as her caller ID image. "I left my phone at home, so you can just text me or something..." That's something acquaintances probably did, right?

"I'm done for the day, so I guess I'll let you do your thing. We can do business tomorrow. Maybe." Now that there was two of her, maybe they could both storm the CEO's office, guns blazing, and take over the AFW. That'd be pretty cool.

"Alright." Alison frowned when she got her phone back, it was pretty disturbing to see a picture of (not quite) herself looking like so sunk and dead like that. Well, she'd never mistake face for her own. She fired off a short test text and slid it back into her pocket.

"Alright, I'll keep attacking these weights, and tonight we can find ourselves an evil clones only lair. Start a revolution of two and all that." Despite Alice's flat voice, the girl seemed pretty eager. Maybe. Impossible to guess.

"Oooh. I like the sound of that." Alice nodded. "Maybe there's more of us out here. Like from a secret lab dedicated to making an army of cute girls. Conspiracy."

Social interaction was a bit tiresome for her (even if it was kind of with herself?), so the slightly shorter of the two turned to leave.

"Well it was nice meeting you. Or me. Or something."

Maybe going to gym every so often wouldn't be as boring as she thought it would be...

"Hah, that'd just be ridiculous." Alison laughed at the idea of some underground factory pumping out brunettes in an assembly line. Actually, that was kinda creepy and morbid...

"Right, see you later Alice!" The girl seemed really unmotivated... Alison shrugged, it was way too early to judge someone, she shouldn't assume that they were like her just cuz they looked like her.

Besides, another short haired brunette look wasn't exactly uncommon... not like it was her look anything exotic like pink bangs. She'd think more about it later, for now, Alison would make good use of the gym's plentiful resources.