The laundry room, late afternoon [Ricky, OTA/MW]
Ricky was in the laundry room, washing an almost infinite number of almost identical blue jeans. He hadn't washed anything since his ex-roomie's girlfriend had kicked him out of his ex-room.
And things did pile up.
He'd heard rumours about a gym and a games room down here, and might check them out later; but at the moment, he was content to have a smoke and placidly watch the machines going round and round.-