No other way to do it, right?

Gathering up all her clothes and sheets, minus a certain disappearing towel, Olivia stepped out of her apartment. Her only current modesty was entrusted to the laundry basket held closely to her hips. It wasn't quite tall enough to cover anything else, but it was better than nothing.

"I really should have thought this through better," Olivia mumbled to herself. "I could have at least put some dirty clothes on before I walked down there and stripped a bit later."

Grumbling over her poor execution of the evening's chore, she walked down the hall toward the stairs. The elevator may have been a tempting option, but it was out of order again. "Typical," Olivia thought, "They never fix anything here, its a miracle we still even get in-house washing."

Her steps shaky, but determined, Olivia reached the stairs. Listening for a moment, it was clear that she was the only one running around the hallways at this time of night. She smiled,

"Damn, all the neighbors are missing out. I'm totally streaking and no one's the wiser."

Full of newfound resolve, and more than a little excitement, Olivia practically skipped down the stairs and came upon the laundry room.