God, don’t you ever relax? It’s not her fault the walls of you guys’ rundown apartment were so thin you could hear her radio blaring. Yet, here you were again, lecturing your childish roommate for the umpteenth time.

“Lighten up, will ya? Don’t think for one minute I can’t hear ya and whatever you do in that room of yours.”

Harley pouted, her hands resting on her hips as she stood firm in her belief that she was not in the wrong. You make noise too! Maybe a little less.. but c’mon!