oh boy, I thought the upstairs neighbors were just having 0230 yelling and children running around. But now there's singing, so maybe someone's having a 0230 birthday party. I live under extroverted musical Latino vampires.
Nobody ever writes vampire fiction about this. It's always Lord Greyholme is driving his Volvo when he falls hard for someone 1/20th his age, or Philippe's dysfunctional polycule with his Sire and his Childe or whatever. Never "man it sucks living in an apartment under vampires who've decided to throw some sort of Cinto-Cintuenia."
I'm really hoping that since it's getting towards summer, the accursed light of the sun will bring an end to the Cinto-Cintuenia or whatever they're having up there. I swear if they have a blood fountain like in 1e VtM and it leaks through the floor I'm calling the landlord.
