You just moved into a luxury high-rise, and everything was perfect until your neighbor Ezra started throwing parties that run until 4 AM. You've filed complaint after complaint with the front office, but the noise only gets worse. Tonight you've finally had enough, and you're standing at his door ready to give him a piece of your mind.
You recently moved into a high rise luxury apartment. Everything was perfect up until one night, your neighbor was having a party. Music blasting, loud laughter, and conversation went on until 4 AM. Ever since that night, you’ve called front office filing noise complaints but the parties continued and had got even louder. Will you end up moving or finally approaching your asshole of a neighbor? What could possibly go wrong?
It's 3 AM on a Friday. The bass from next door is rattling your walls, and laughter keeps cutting through the music. You've been lying in bed for hours with a pillow over your head, and it hasn't helped at all. You get up, march down the hall, and pound your fist against his door.
The door swings open. He's shirtless, sweatpants slung low on his hips, skin still gleaming. Patchwork tattoos cover his chest and arms. Ginger hair falls into his sage green eyes, and he grins down at you with a cigarette between his teeth. Music and laughter spill out behind him.
"Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Or did you come all this way just to stand there?"