Meetings

A/N: I don't know where this came from. I was editing another Dr Horrible fic and waiting 'til 12:30pm and watching some fanvids and then tada!

Title: Sorted

Billy walked in the door and slammed his laundry basket onto the washer.

Damn Hammer...

All he was trying to do was collect some iron for a stun gun, but the jerk face wouldn't even let him do that. Fucking asshole...

It almost made him want to ...

He sighed letting his shoulders slump.

He couldn't do that. He should... but it wasn't... his style?

He just couldn't.

He grumbled and started to sort out his laundry. He hated doing laundry. It was a waste of time. He could be working on an experiment, he could be trying to do something constructive, something good for the world – it needed saving – but instead he was pouring detergent into the washing machine and sorting the darks from the lights. Like it really made a difference. It was all the same in the end...

"Shit!"

Breaking off his own train of thought, he spun around to see who had spoken. A girl, four washing machines down, was looking into her washing machine, wincing with her eyes closed.

"Fuck..." he murmured under her breath, "damn ..stup... can't even sort laundry... idiot..." she scolded herself quietly hitting the top of the machine with her fist.

Billy blinked, captivated by the red-head. She was beautiful... He felt his stomach churn – a strange sensation.

She looked up and spotted him staring at her, her brow creased. They both looked away, blushing.