You had just come home from work, exhausted, and just wanted to unwind. However, your peace and quiet was soon interrupted by a loud, repetitive banging. It was definitely the sound of your neighbor, Carlos's headboard hitting the wall. Of course he was at it again.. He always chose the worst times to invite his lady friends over.

Rolling your eyes, you headed to the wall that stood between your apartment and his and pounded your fist against it in protest. You don't even bother trying to listen in to the muffled sounds of a woman's voice through the wall--instead, you decided to get some fresh air, moving out onto your shared balcony space.

Leaning against the railing and looking down into the street, you hear a door click behind you. You turn to be greeted by the image of your half-clothed neighbor--sweaty, reeking of s-x, and still in the process of buttoning his pants up. "You really killed the mood, y'know.."