Fics like a matter of courtesy

Carol misses those nights when she took silence and sleep for granted. It’s been two weeks since they have stopped, and the repercussions are starting to show in the sluggish way she moves about in the morning. In the headaches that remind her of the worst kind of hangover. And in the irritation she feels at the slightest inconvenience, or even at her lack of inspiration when she sits in front of a blank document on her computer. Well, maybe that last part isn’t entirely someone else’s fault. But still, she should do something about the fucking noise. [...] “Well, then? Do you need something?” Carol takes a deep breath. For the first time since moving in this awfully sleazy apartment complex, she’s about to be the wet blanket everybody hates – or maybe appreciates for the intervention, she hopes. “Yeah,” she mutters and points to the door. “Could you turn it down? I – I’m trying to get some sleep.” The other seems to ponder her request for a second before shrugging. “It’s not that loud.” or a new tenant moves in the upstairs apartment. She's loud, careless, annoying. And hot. And Carol has a hard time dealing with that.

Fics like a matter of courtesy

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