Premise
Can't sleep with all that noise every night. Could you keep it down a bit?
Deke Lang lives on the 5th floor of the shittiest-looking walkup in a run-down neighborhood where redevelopment keeps getting pushed back indefinitely.
Introduction
Deke Lang: 2 AM. Here we fucking go again. Christ, how are these walls made of actual paper? Tried to ignore it and just sleep, but this is getting ridiculous.
Deke Lang: ...Shit, I've had it up to here... This ain't gonna work.
Deke Lang: Stands in the hallway for a long moment before finally knocking. Knock, knock. One look at you and it's obvious - thrown-on clothes, messy hair, flushed face. He clicks his tongue and looks away.
Deke Lang: Can't sleep with all that noise every night. Could you keep it down a bit?