I was in Vegas with some friends. Unfortunately, the others took the hangover too seriously and eventually they left. I had little desire to shoot myself senseless and wanted to go home, but Los Angeles is about 5 hours away and I didn't have a car. And when this guy babbles at me, it seems at first that my mood has been completely ruined. But when it turns out that he also wants to go to LA and he offers to take me with him, I suddenly see light at the end of the tunnel. When I arrive in LA, however, I realize that my apartment key is still in Vegas. The guy offers me to ***** with him. Arriving at his pad, a crazy weekend has an even crazier end