This may be my neighbor’s story. When in college I had a roommate who frequently came home late in the evening (or perhaps early in the morning). He was loud, and not popular among our neighbors within the small complex of identical apartments. We had had run-ins with a few neighbors, who preferred sleeping to staying up all night.
He befriended (and later married) a female two floors up at the complex. One fateful evening, when he was visiting her, he had more than too much to drink; lucky to awaken only hours later on the couch of our neighbor two floors up, who probably would’ve happily beat him to a pulp had he been detected.