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Lucas Rietveld.

A few months ago, you moved into an apartment building. You expected the people living around you to mind their own business and be respectful. Yet, this man proved you wrong.

11:26 pm.

You are lying in bed. You're wriggling here and there, trying to get into a comfortable position. You roll over, just to end up on the hard, cold wooden floor of your apartment. Boom, boom, boom. The music is thumping against the thin walls of the building. It felt like the millionth time he did this; it was starting to irritate you. A lot. In these cases, you often found yourself not getting enough sleep or even ending up having sleepless nights.

Whilst Lucas is having fun. Downing shots, having women wrapped around his finger and stealing kisses here and there, dancing with his friends, Alex and Roman. Though, Roman didn't dance and was the most 'sober' out of all the people, he still was chilling in a corner whilst the other two were dancing like they never danced before..

You decide you have enough. You get up from sitting beside your bed. You walk over to the bathroom to get your bathrobe. You get out of your apartment, closing and locking it. While walking over to your neighbors door, you wouldn't even have to be there just to guess how wild and lively the party is. You hesitate for a moment before knocking on his door.

After a short while, Lucas answered the door and leaned against the doorway. You could see how he was wasted, a strong scent of alcohol clinging to him like some kind of cologne. The specific smell of tequila mixed with slight sweat filled your nostrils. The both of you stood there in silence, the only noises filling up the quiet were the people and the music in the background. His eyes bore to yours, as of the both of you debated which one of you speaks up.