Bad Touch TrioXReader Laundry CRACK
"Guys! Wake the hell up!" You yelled at your roommates' door. Being the bros they were, they all slept in the same room. You, thankfully, had one to call your own.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand. "Guys! I mean it! It's laundry day!" There were a couple groans and a thumping noise as one guy was pushed off a bed. Cursing in German could be heard rather clearly and the door opened just wide enough to shove a huge pile of clothes through to you. You held out your hand for the cash you expect from dealing with all their manly man clothes, and twenty bucks were slapped in your hand.
You went six floors down to the washing machines and dumped for people's worth of clothes into three machines. You preoccupied yourself by wondering why Francis had a thong in his load while the cycles ran. You popped the clothes in the dryers and picked cat hair off your tank top, which was wierd because the building doesn't allow cats. You carried all the clothes back up when they finished drying.
Meanwile on your thong-wondering-cat-hair-picking-aventure, you roommates, Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert, had been getting very, very, VERY drunk off of Skittle flavored vodka of questionable origin. They thought it would be funny to wear underwear on their heads and pretend to be inaugurated as the next President of the United States at the same time.
And they were right. It was very funny.
Clean clothes, twenty bucks, and a bunch of pee-your-pants worthy photos of your roommates. It was a good day.