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Arthur’s week really hasn’t been going his way. First, he missed his first Organic Chemistry lab; how did he miss the email about the class being moved temporarily to Monday instead of Tuesday? Then, he somehow ended up in the middle of a screaming match- if it could really be called that, it was over text after all- between his father, Uther, and sister, Morgana. Those two really need to learn to leave their problems out of the family group chat. Seemingly forgetting that all bad things come in three’s, Arthur decided to go out to the pub with a couple mates to unwind after a grueling study session. “Calculus will be the death of me,” whined Gwaine from across the table.
“Maybe if you actually bought the textbook, instead of trying to borrow mine all the time, you wouldn’t struggle so much,” chimed in Leon.
“Yeah, right! Like hell I’d pay £165 for a single book when you’ve got a perfectly good copy,” replied Gwaine, finishing his beer, “Hey Princess!” Gwaine yelled to Arthur from across the pub, “Grab me another drink while you’re up there!”
Giving a mock salute, Arthur turned around to the bar and held up two fingers to the bartender, ordering his and Gwaine’s drinks. Arthur grabbed the drinks thanking the bartender, and turned back towards the booth, only to immediately run right into a dark haired man. “Hey! Watch where you’re going, asshole!” shouted a beer covered Arthur.
“Same goes for you, prat,” replied the man, before pushing past Arthur to catch up with his friends.
Arthur made it back to the booth with two half full mugs of beer and a sour look on his face, which turned even more sour upon seeing Gwaine laughing and slapping Percival’s arm. The others at least had the decency to try not to laugh. “Spill something?” chuckled out Gwaine.
“Haha, very funny,” replied Arthur, drinking what was left of his beer, “well I’ll take that as a sign that it’s time for me to turn in for the night,” After exchanging good nights with his mates, Arthur made his way back to his flat. He made his way to his bedroom, stripped off his damp clothes, and climbed into bed. Maybe tomorrow will go my way thought Arthur before slipping off to sleep.
Of course, Arthur was wrong about his luck turning around, as he awoke to a flat reeking of stale beer. Great, thought Arthur, I guess I’ll have to do my laundry today. With that thought, Arthur dragged himself out of bed and got dressed, thanking the heavens that he had no classes today. After gathering his dirty clothes into a hamper, Arthur made his way to the basement of his building to throw his washing in, only to find all the machines in use or out of order. Of course, he thought bitterly, this is the exact reason why I do my laundry Sunday morning. Arthur’s self-pity was cut short by the signal of a washer saying it was done. Hopefully they’ll be down in a second, Arthur thought. After waiting five minutes, Arthur decided to take matters into his own hands, and begun to unload the clean laundry into a nearby dryer. “Excuse me,” asked a voice from the doorway, “what exactly do you think you’re doing?”