A/N: This, believe it or not, was the very first snippet that I wrote. Originally I thought that all the answers would be drabbles, so I was aiming for word counts around two or three hundred words, five hundred tops. Ha! That didn't happen. But the result was that some of the ones I wrote earlier (this one, "Early Mornings", "London Fog", "Crooner", etc.) were a lot shorter than others. Anyway, thank you so much to you faithful readers, and please enjoy this little snippet. :)
14. Who takes longer showers?
Peggy. Do you know how long she had to go without while in the army? She's going to enjoy this.
Peggy stepped into the shower and sighed. She just stood there for a moment and let the water run over her, warming her and letting her relax. It hadn't been a particularly stressful day, and she hadn't been on a dirty mission, but every day when she came home from work she did this. Just because she could. There had been so many terrible things about The War, but, while she didn't put it on par with any of the tragedies, the single most irritating thing about life on the front had been the lack of satisfactory bathing arrangements.
It had almost always been raining on the front, or when it wasn't raining it was unbearably humid, and to be the lone female officer in a military camp under those conditions had been, quite frankly, dreadful. The stink of sweat (other's and your own) would have been enough to drive away any sane woman, yet there Peggy had been, stuck by her own stupidity. And without a decent shower to boot. Thankfully, she had been able to wash regularly, but it was never as often as she would have liked, and cold water is only pleasant so long as you're caked up with sweat and dirt. One of the first things that Peggy had come to appreciate about life in the 21st century was the immediacy and seemingly never-ending supply of hot water. On cold days or after work she would come home and simply bask in the delight of a warm shower.
Peggy sighed again and massaged the shampoo into her hair. Then a knock came at the bathroom door and she heard Steve's muffled voice.
"Hey Peg?"
"Mmhm?" She mumbled out.
"Will you be out soon? We have to be at the restaurant at six and I still have to shower."
Peggy reached out of the shower and tapped her phone. The clock read 5:22. She gasped.
"Yes!" she called, hurriedly rinsing her hair. "Yes, I'll be out in just a minute!"
So much for that relaxing shower. Oh well. There would always be tomorrow.
Next up: Who stays up late and reads, and who falls asleep with their head in the other person's lap?