Lost in Vegas

I was in Vegas with a couple of girlfriends. Unfortunately, the others took the hangover too seriously and they left at some point. I didn't feel like shooting 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 started talking to me, it seemed at first as if my mood was completely destroyed. But when it turns out that he also wants to go to L.A. and he offers to give me a lift, I suddenly see light at the end of the tunnel. Arriving in L.A., however, I realise that my flat key is still in Vegas. The guy offers me to sleep at his place. Arriving at his place, a crazy weekend comes to an even crazier end.