If you lined up every one of the 250+/- people who lived in this building and then set about trying to guess pairs, these two are the last two that you'd guess live together.
So. Today. I went down the hall to see if the open house was actually open or invite. The photos of the unit show they have done some interesting remodeling of the bathroom and I wanted to see it in person. But, alas, the door wasn't open so I abandoned the project.
Coming back to my unit I ran into banker/architect and he stopped me whispering 'I've been wanting to ask you... what's the deal with your new neighbor??? [meaning Hunter] There are all kinds of strange people coming in and out of there all the time. And lately it's smelled like he's set up a pot smoking lounge in there.' His tone and demeanor was not judgy at all. It was more along the lines of really curious marked with a little of 'why didn't he invite me.'
I told him about the sound issues and the resolution via baked goods. But allowed as how I didn't really know much more. No clues about the many people in and out but I can confirm.
I'm pretty sure this is still the beginnings of the Drama Next Door.