“Hey, could you turn the music down a bit or use headphones instead?”
It was 3:00am and I craved sleep, but Kristen had other priorities. She had arrived back to our hostel dorm an hour earlier, and had since done nothing but blast r’n’b and scroll through her phone, cackling maniacally at things that must’ve been pretty fucking funny.
“I actually lost my headphones so I can’t, but I’ll turn it down a bit if you’re trying to sleep, babe.”
No, I’m just lying on my bottom bunk doing some invoicing. OF COURSE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP, ‘BABE’. Ugh, hostels.