Dirty laundry

[cutenonny]

the LAUNDROMAT

Perhaps you live in a dorm or an apartment that hasn't seen renovations since the eighties. Maybe your luck has really dried up and your washing machine at home broke the night before a job interview and you haven't done a load of laundry in two weeks. Whatever your story is you've ended up at the local 24-hour laundromat. It could be creeping in on midnight or three in the morning. Either way, the place is a dead zone. Leaving you floating in a liminal space where reality has been stripped down to the sounds of clattering quarters and the continuous thrum of the machines under the buzz of neon lights. This would be a horrible time to bump into someone you know, or worse - a complete stranger while you're staring into the middle distance in nothing but your American flag boxers reading a paperback.

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[coulddowithoutdreams]

"I am fairly sure no one eats souls for nutrition, but you do make a good point." She said as if this were fact, and in fact, it might BE fact. Funny that.

Resting her hands on the edge of the table, she leaned there, a moment, listening to him as she stretched her back. Her hand came to rub along her upper thigh as if to work a kink or sore out. She had a soft hum in her voice as she spoke. "Chaucer, hmm? Aye, my wee English heart. That is a classic, but even I don't want to wade through the original non annotated works. The key to reading his work? Read every letter. Silent letters meant nothing back then." She paused, then a smile spread just barely visible on her lips. "It is fun when you get the blokes at the pub to try to quote it through a drunken state."

[staring_problem]

He snorted a laugh, "How did you know that's how I got interested in it?" A little shrug, "Couple of the guys I served with would trade off lines when they were drunk enough." A head shake, "I'm actually surprised they only got told off for it once."

Though it was probably because it wasn't always Chaucer that Dugan and Falsworth -with occasional interruptions by Dernier and Jones- would get drunk enough to recite. He'd even questioned Dum-Dum about it once, how he knew Chaucer because he didn't seem the type. He didn't remember the answer, only that it had been good-natured annoyance, which was generally the best to hope for with Dugan.