| Because... Eff Pants.... [open to anyone who knows where Kasi lives] |
[06 Mar 2014|09:08pm] |
She really needed to do laundry. Okay, that was an understatement. Ninkasi really, really, really, really needed to do laundry. Thankfully, she had a pair of clean panties that did not look like they belonged in a trash can or on a homeless person -they were kind of adorable because they were from a whole pseudo-burlesque Batman thing she had and ended up not using (the whole Comic Book Panty Party got canceled due to weather weirdness and had yet to be rescheduled) and now hadn't worn them because after Halloween that seemed weird somehow. But, it was what she had left. At least, she thought so. She wasn't really up to closet spelunking to find out. And she did have a large clean tee that was big enough to cover her butt. She couldn't remember if it was something someone had given her or if it was something she had won in a strip poker night, or if it just sort of got left behind ages ago. But it was clean. So, she had that.
What Ninkasi did not have, however, was a bra that didn't smell like armpit and boob sweat -which was a lovely odor on its own when you drank enough beer to consider that your sweat took on that scent. She also, was fresh out of clean pants. Which... was problematic if she planned on going anywhere later. Or if anyone was coming over. Not that she really cared, but it was probably better that she wear pants.
( People tended to prefer that sort of thing in public. )
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