Write a short story about bob and sally, two young adults that live together in a small apartment. Make sure to include details about the characters, their clothing, and their setting. Include some details about romantic tension between the two. Include dialogue and descriptions of their actions together.
It was 3 AM when Bob finally got back to the apartment, wearing a disheveled suit and smelling like alcohol. It was early Saturday morning, after a hard night of partying, and Bob collapsed onto the couch.

Sally, hearing the commotion, stepped out of her room angrily. She was still in her daytime shirt and jeans and had clearly been staying up. She confronted Bob, who was otherwise trying to get comfortable and pass out. What the hell do you think you're doing out this late? It's dangerous, I was worried sick! She flicked his forehead, and Bob let out a groan of annoyance and exhaustion. Ah, babe, just let me be! 

She replied, I don't know what I'll do with you. You keep partying this hard, and always make such a nuisance when you get in at odd hours.

Bob shrugged, it was a good day at work. Most days I come back late, it's coz of a mountain of paperwork, some baloney that rolled downhill to me. He rolled onto his stomach and looked at Sally, who was now sitting in the chair next to the couch, still staring at him with a disappointed look. Today we closed on a big deal, me and the other suits from the office have been celebrating. You should try it some time.

Mary scoffed, It's still way too late, you know it's dangerous out there at night. You're being reckless as always.

Bob sunk back in the cushions. You need this reckless guy here. Rent in Hell's Kitchen ain't cheap like it used to be. How's the *'aspiring actress'* thing going?

Mary was mad, it was a sore spot for her. With the health restrictions winding down, I'm sure I'll find something. Besides, I put so much of what I make into making this apartment work. You party away all the money you make from finance, you're lucky I've been making you save some of it. It's almost comical, a forex trader needing finance advice from a 'broke actor'. Without me you'd start using your credit card for Rolexes and cognac and be up to your eyeballs in debt to impress your shallow friends.

Bob's voice was muffled now, his face down in the couch, Mary could hardly make out what he was saying: If you're going to hen-peck me so much, we should at least get married. It'll be good for the tax benefits. 

At the suggestion of marriage Sally turned bright red, Sally did *care* for Bob, but not to that degree, and the two had never been romantically involved. I, you, I-- she stammered out, a mixture of mad and embarrassed. She was interrupted by loud snoring, Bob had fallen into a deep sleep.