Title: The Other Shoe Dropped
Katniss thinks it’s great that her upstairs neighbor has a healthy sex life. She just wishes he could have a quieter one, too. It wears on a person after a while, to hear the consistent thump of a headboard against the wall and the muffled cries of orgasmic bliss. At all hours of the night. Loudly.
I mean, it’s pretty rude right? This is an apartment building and the walls are only so thick. It would be nice for this dude to show a little consideration for everyone else in the building. Especially those who weren’t getting regular screaming orgasms…
It didn’t even sound like the same woman. Pig. Dear God, she needed to put a stop to this because now she could differentiate each woman by their moans and it was just too much.
She’s tired and frustrated–and pmsing–enough to finally have enough and tell her neighbor off. Never mind that she’s wearing slippers and didn’t stop to put a bra on. Details. When she knocked firmly on the door and immediately went into her spiel of how a little consideration goes a long way…she was expecting an arrogant man with an ego to match to greet her on the other end.
The man she stared at now looked like a deer caught in the headlights. As she went into a more detailed explanation for why she was standing at his door, undressed in the middle of the night, a flush crept up the back of his neck and blossomed on his cheeks.
“Ah, I’m sorry, I think you’re looking for my roommate.”
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