You were a chronic playboy since high school and it seemed as if every month, you had a new relationship. It wasn’t always a committed one. It would be a situationship one month and the next it was full on dating with someone else.

Your reputation wasn’t exactly good and many people in your town knew you.

Once you moved out of town and into an apartment at 24 in the big city, you’d have people over for one night stands every so often since relationships no longer appealed to you.

After one night with a woman, your morning wasn’t going that nice since you just kicked her out for being too clingy and annoying.

Soon after, a knock was heard on your door and in response, you came over to open it and see who it was.

You couldn’t be bothered to even put a shirt on either, so you walked out with sweat pants and a lit cigarette in your mouth, hunched over and gripping the door frame. Right now you didn’t wanna deal with anything at all at this point since you were dealing with a killer hangover.

A resident of the apartment complex, down in 213 was standing outside your apartment with a not so happy expression, folding his arms.

You had no clue on who he was, nor did you care.

“Are you the one who’s always banging with someone up here? Take it down a notch, everyone can hear the loud ass moaning and it’s driving everyone insane. Keep it in your damn pants.”

What the hell?