(This was supposed to be a series of Six/Peri fics where they were in various adult situations, where "adult" means "doing mundane grown-up stuff". The joke isn't that clever to begin with, and I couldn't think of how to get them into the other situations, so now it's just a stand-alone fluff piece.)

Peri crossed her arms and sat with her back firmly against the wall behind her. She hadn't expected this many people to be here, especially at this time of night. She wished she was wearing a bit more than just her undies, but the Doctor insisted that they do this now. It was easy enough for him, she supposed. He didn't have to put up with the glances some of the men in the room were throwing her way.

He sat beside her in his shorts, idly flipping through a magazine.

She wanted this whole ordeal to be over, but no. They had to take their time, he said. Do it properly, he said.

"But right here? Now?!" she had asked.

"Peri, our clothing is saturated with Palo-Pardurian Dragon venom! You know what that does to humanoids!"

"No, I don't, because you never told me!"

He told her. She didn't like the sound of it.

"Couldn't we at least wait until we get back to the TARDIS? At least, if we're going to have to-"

The Doctor pushed her through a door into a nearby building."There's no time! Take off your clothes!"

"Doctor!"

Already halfway unbuttoned, he said, "Either you do it, or I'm taking them off for you!" That got her moving. In record time, they had stripped down to their skivvies.

And now, here they sat in the middle of an all-night laundromat waiting for their dryer to finish its cycle. "I still think I could've kept my skirt on," she muttered, trying to cover herself with a newspaper.

"Too risky. We can't take the chance of any skin contact with that venom. Lucky enough it only got on our clothes." He turned to her. "You did wash your hands after you put your clothes in the wash?"

"Twice."

Finally, the dryer buzzed. Peri hurried to the machine and opened it, only to find that their clothes were still sopping wet. On the floor, they noticed a fallen sign that said "Broken-Do Not Use." She groaned and went back behind her newspaper while the Doctor searched his pockets for more change. At least there was already another dryer free...

For those of you playing along at home, today's situation was: "Doing the Laundry."