Not right now

I chuckled to myself as Janet slammed the door, "I wonder how she's gonna get home naked."

"And I'm wondering when you're gonna pick my stuff up from the laundromat," Chelsea scoffed at me, arms across her torso and her foot impatiently tapping.

Fuck! Her clothes weren't actually being washed all this time, so I needed to think of something to keep the lie going, and fast!