Everybody hated laundry day. This wasn’t news to anyone, least of all the Sirens. It was just such a dull, mind-aching task that nobody would be bothered with if they could avoid it. The three Sirens often alternated the duties, and time always seemed to pass too quickly in between switches for one of the girls, but not quickly enough for the other.
Aria probably hated it the least, oddly enough. There was something about the tedious, repetitive nature of the task that helped clear her head. It was while folding laundry did she think of the webcomic she would be starting soon, a simple idea that she secretly hoped would be a success despite appearing not to care.
Aria was currently on her bed, folding laundry while considering what Sonata had suggested a few days ago. Having a baby was a terrifying step to take, and Aria wasn’t positive how ready she was for it. There was so much to do. They’d need a steady source of decent income, some sort of a plan, and, most importantly, a place to live. Something told Aria that Adagio would be very upset if there was suddenly a small disaster zone running around the apartment.
Still, it’d be nice to have a child. And how much preparation could it possibly take? They had a dog, and Aria reasoned that a child and a pit bull must take roughly the same amount of work, at least at first. Aria chuckled as she folded a pair of jeans, blessed by the strange image of a baby with the head of her beloved dog.
Something soft smacked Aria in the back of the head, breaking her train of thought.
“You forgot to grab my bra.” Adagio stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest. Aria grabbed the rather indecent scarlet brassiere and chucked it right back at Adagio, who easily caught it.
“You know, you could put your clothes in a hamper,” suggested Aria. “Like a normal person. Then, maybe I wouldn’t have missed it.”
“But then I wouldn’t have been able to hit you with my bra,” said Adagio, smirking sinisterly. She flung the bra, managing to hook it on one of Aria’s pigtails.
“You know, you’re a real scumbag sometimes,” growled Aria. She flipped Adagio’s bra onto the floor. “I think we need to establish some sort of rule where we don’t have to wash each other’s panties and stuff. I don’t know what you do with Emo-Freak, but I don’t want it on my hands.”
“Hahaha, clean the laundry,” laughed Adagio, without an ounce of amusement in her voice.
“No.”
“There’s no ‘no’ here, just do it.”
“You’re not my dad,” scoffed Aria.
“Do as you’re told!”
“Here’s an idea,” said Aria. “Why don’t you bite me?” Adagio crossed the room, scooped up the bra, and chucked it as hard as she could. This time, Aria managed to catch it and toss it at Adagio’s head. The Siren leader ducked the flying undergarment and it soared over her head.
And smacked an unaware Sonata who was walking into the room.
“Huh?” Sonata pulled Adagio’s bra from her face, staring at it in confusion. The owner of the garment shuffled forward and retrieved it.
“Sorry, babe,” said Aria. “Me and Dag were having-”
“A bra battle?!” asked Sonata in excitement.
“I was gonna say ‘a disagreement’, but…”
Before anyone could stop her, Sonata reached under her shirt, undid her bra, and chucked the sea green brassiere forward. Again, Adagio ducked, causing Aria to catch the bra with her face. Aria snarled, then jumped up and threw the bra aimlessly. This time, it hit Adagio, who stumbled backwards in surprise. Sonata grabbed the bra and prepared for her next attack while Aria slipped off her own purple sports bra.
“Are we seriously about to do this?” asked Adagio. “I mean, seriously? A bra fight? Don’t you think we’re a bit old for this?”
“Yeah, you’re right, Dag,” admitted Aria. “This is childish.” Aria got up, taking her bra and a handful of clothes with her out of the room. Adagio took a step for the door when her face was suddenly struck with what she soon gathered to be a pair of panties, much to Sonata’s amusement. She peeled the lime green undies from her face, shuddering slightly in disgust. Aria grinned as she redid her belt, dropping the pile of clean clothes to the floor.
“That is disgusting!” gagged Adagio. “You won’t wash my bra but you think it’s sanitary to throw your dirty panties at my face?”
“I don’t actually think it’s all that gross,” said Aria with a shrug. “I’m just lazy.”
“Aria Blaze, you disgusting, slimy, grody little-”
“Relax, princess.” Aria rolled her eyes. Leave it to Adagio to turn what was going to be a fun moment into a dramatic, theatrical performance. “I just got out of the shower before I started the laundry, they’re basically clean.”
“Good shot, babe!” chuckled Sonata. She air high-fived her wife from across the room.
“Thanks, babe.”
“Alright, you brought this upon yourself,” said Adagio. She slowly started to undo her pants.
“Whoa! Hey, come on, now!” said Aria, scurrying back. “You just got back from Emo-Freak’s, I don’t know what you two did!”
“She’s kinda right, though,” said Sonata. “You brought out the big guns. It’s basically mutually assured destruction by this point.” Aria and Adagio shared a look, both of them amazed that Sonata knew what mutually assured destruction was. Sonata reached into her back pocket and pulled out a navy blue thong that Aria was pretty sure spawned from her own imagination.
“Do you just carry spare sexy panties in your pocket?” asked Aria. Sonata shrugged.
“You never know,” said Sonata.
“I feel the need to ask this again,” said Adagio, who had managed to pull off her lacy black panties while Aria was distracted. “Are we actually about to do this?”
Aria surveyed the room. Formerly clean clothes now littered the floor. Each of the Sirens held their undergarments in their hands, preparing to throw them for no other reason than to annoy each other. Roughly 1,700 years old each, and here they were about to throw clothing at each other. All of them were either married or in a serious relationship. They were supposed to be adults.
“Oh, yeah,” said Aria.
“Deffs,” agreed Sonata.
And then, all hell broke loose.
The Sirens lay flat out on the floor, covered in assorted clothing, dryer sheets, and powder detergent. They had been throwing things at each other for about an hour, and now they were thoroughly tired. Ironically, the room and clothes ended up quite the mess.
“Okay…” panted Adagio. “Perhaps a rule should be enacted to prevent overlap of personal garments in general laundry. We’ll do our own bra and panties. Deal?” Aria rolled over, draping a bra over Adagio’s eyes.
“Deal,” she breathed.
“Ari, I just wanna say, “ huffed Sonata, a big cheesy grin on her face. “We’re gonna be, like, totes awesome parents! I can’t wait!” Adagio sat up sharply, a bra still dangling in front of her face.
“You morons are trying to reproduce?!”