Because... Eff Pants.... [open to anyone who knows where Kasi lives]
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.
So, after showering, she tugged on what she had plus some random clean socks, shoved everything in the washer that would fit in the first load without bothering to sort it, added the soap and started the machine without changing any settings. It wasn't like her everyday clothes had any special needs for washing anyway.
What day was it? Did she have plans tonight? Was something going on tonight? Was she meeting anyone? Where was her phone, that had her calendar?
There was a text, she heard a muffled ding coming from somewhere in her house. Ninkasi ran around. Not in the living room, even though she pulled the cushions back from her people-eating couch just to be sure. There was a cell phone in there, but not hers. She wasn't sure whose that was or how long it had been in there. Hrm. There were other things in there, too. She really needed to pull the cushions back and clean in there.
Later.
Shoving the cushions back, and hearing the second alert that she had a text, followed by a low battery warning ding, she stood tall and thought where she had been last when she'd had it. RIGHT! Looking for pants!
Down the hall, she slid into her bedroom and tossed the closet doors open, sending her haphazard pile of laundry -all clean but mostly inappropriate for wandering around the house comfortably, tumbling out, as her phone gave yet another low battery warning. “No!” She yelled at it while digging desperately through the pile. She knew that if it actually shut down from low battery it was going to be awhile before it would charge enough to even let her turn it back on and she had texts waiting.
Tossing a random lacy ruffled thing somewhere behind her, Ninkasi's hand clamped around her phone, laying buried under an All Black's shirt, and saw that there were 14 unread texts, and a giant flashing red battery. Just as she tried to open the screen to read them, the battery went dead. “NO! Oh What the actual fuck! Cock sucker! No!” Standing, she kicked at the pile of laundry, toward the closet a bit, and flopped face down on her unmade bed while her hand reached over for the charging cord that was always there. She would plug the phone in and then lay there and sulk, in her underwear, until her phone charged enough to check her texts or until her pants were done.
Whichever came first.
She was probably a little too dependent on her phone. Probably. Maybe.