Bastards in the Bedsit Next Door

Woken up by noises in the hallway. The couple from next door. Obviously
Music goes on. Loud. Some shit pop-funk-dance crap.
Still datk. Check the time.
5:00am.
Lie there in the greying dark.
Knocks on the door of the adjoining bedsit.
Louder knocks.
"Georgia! Georgia! I hate it when you don't reply!"
The music continues for about an hour, reverberating round my room as I lie there. It falls silent, finally, at about 6:00am.
Bastards.