Rm 502
I banged on the white wooden door.
The music was almost audiable all through the 3rd floor of the
apartment building. I sighed.
"Hello?!"
I threw my arms up impatiently. I nearly kicked the door down.
A guy wearing a white Nike visor with a white cup in his hand opened the door with wide eyes.
He stared at me dumbfounded. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.
"Can y'all please turn down the
music?" I raised my brow.
"You can join the party" he said
pointing back to the jumble mess of bodies. Which just looked claustrophobic, mind you. I rubbed my temples.
"I'm trying to get some sleep, just please" I asked trying not show the irritation in my voice.
"Alright alright" he waved me goodbye and shut the door.
I knew I'd be back infront of room 502.
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