The corridor of the low rent thin-walled hotel was loud with adolescent prattle from the hood; brawling squawk and pre-pubescent bravado amok. And down the hall a group of charismatic pentecostals were having a vociferous prayer meeting. Not only were they talking in tongues they were also shrieking in tongues.
We were in the red room, the din pounding through the walls. But with the music of our fuck we silenced the chaos outside the door. We shut it down by making love.
And everything's been pretty relaxed since then.