Lukas

Lukas walks through the door, wearing a wrinkled uniform that you no doubt washed recently.

"Hey, mate, I had to come down here to talk about the state of these uniforms. You need to be doing a better job, this isn't even ironed."

"Oh, go fuck yourself, you massive prick!" you say, rolling your eyes.

"Alright, alright," Lukas chuckles, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Lukas walks over to you, looking over the washing.

"Shit, there's a lot of washing to do here, isn't there?"

"Eat a dick," you respond, stuffing wet skirts into the dryer.

"Relax, dude. I'm here to help. I felt sort of bad for dumping so much laundry on you."

Lukas walks over to a handful of dirty blouses, dragging the plastic basket over to the washing machine and tipping it over, letting the dirty clothes tumble into the machine.

"Thanks," you say.

"Don't mention it. I mean, it's my fault there's so much. The bet wouldn't have been too bad if I hadn't tried fucking you over. But then again, serves you right for disappearing."

"Just keep loading, mate," you say, finding a pair of dirty navy panties, balling them up and throwing them at his head.

The pair hits Lukas dead in the head, falling to where it rests on his shoulder. He flicks the panties off, throwing a blouse at you, as you quickly dig through the dirty socks' pile balling up round after round as you flake them at his head as hard as you can. The two of you quickly rush around the room, throwing articles of clothing at each other. After a few moments, you manage to nail Lukas in the head, rewarded with a satisfying yelp as he collapses back into a pile of laundry.

"Ah, fuck, that was a belt!" Lukas yelps. "Truce, truce!"

"Alright, truce," you smile.

Lukas stands, rubbing the reddish welt on his head.

"Fucking hell, that buckle hurt!"

"Serves you right," you snicker. "Come on, if you're going to help, now's the time. We can get this done quickly."

The two of you work, your company making the monotonous boredom of drying and washing and sorting all the more bearable. The piles of laundry grow smaller until they vanish completely, and you're left pulling the last load of work out of the dryer.

"Alright, so, now that you're done, do you want to hang out?" Lukas says. "A couple of us were going with some of the girls to head into town and go shopping. You up for it?"

"I have an assignment due later, mate," you reply.

"Oh, come on! I helped you with all the cleaning!"

"You were responsible for all the cleaning?"

"Yeah, but..." Lukas says, before pausing. "Oh come on, you know you want to.

Tossing the last of the dried laundry into the appropriate basket, you shrug.

"Yeah, fuck it. Alright then, I'll be over in a bit."

"Beauty," Lukas grins. "Come on, mate, let's go have some fun."

With that, the two of you head out the door, as you breathe a sigh of relief that you're finished with that endless barrage of clothes.