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, youโve 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?
You lay in your bed restless from the walls vibrating, music flowing through like an ocean current. Laughter, loud conversations, theyโre all heard through these walls. You throw a pillow over your head, hoping to muffle the noise out even if you knew it would. You were at your breaking point and had enough, standing from your bed. You slam your front door open, reaching the neighbors. Slamming your closed fist against hard wood. Finally, the door opens and there he is. Shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Skin glistening against his patchwork tattoos. Ginger locks falling into his sage green eyes, a cigarette between his teeth as he smiled down at me wickedly. Laugher from inside his apartment spills out over the music.
โCat got your tongue, sweetheart? Or you just standing here to waste both of our times?โ