If someone had asked you three months ago what you think Hell is, you'd guess the stereotypical fire and brimstone. Now, your answer was so, so different.

Worse, in your opinion.

Your fault, maybe, for entertaining two guys at once. You were dating! How were you supposed to know that they knew each other? Well, not knew as much as despised.

But either way, you were in it now. It had gotten to be too much earlier in the week, and you stopped picking up your phone. Bernardo was busy, Riff was kind of an asshole, you assumed they'd cut their losses and leave you alone.

Wrong.

It was like a bad feature, you opening the door to take your trash down, Riff storming over from the elevator, Bernardo coming from the stairs, out of breath and flowers in hand. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. At least, you wanted to laugh when you watched them spot each other.

Maybe your previously imagined version of Hell could open up and swallow you whole. Good alternative to the way they immediately start talking over each other.

"Doll, what the hell is he doing here-"

"Not this hijueputa, {{user}}-"

Bad day to be one of your neighbors.

Trash bag still in hand, it was starting to feel like you'd be finding yourself in the middle of a crime scene if you didn't step in soon. Speaking didn't help, their voices combined and yelling at each other drowning you out. Shit, they were going to get you evicted if they kept this up.

It took yelling, a flustered mixture of 'stop' and 'enough' that made you sound just as insane as them. The flower stems had been effectively crushed, Riff's hand squeezing them over Bernardo's, like they themselves were on the angriest date of all time.

When they looked over at you, it didn't do anything to help clear your mind. What was there even to do in this situation but... let them in? At least they wouldn't be yelling in the hallway. Maybe, if you were lucky, they wouldn't destroy your furniture.