April
My head was spinning around and so was the room, I couldn't even figure out if I was in the apartment or somewhere else, as I got up and then tripped on something on the floor.
"Watch it!" a female said.
"Stephanie?" I asked. I'd just woken up from a bed wasn't mine, it was Stephanie's.
What the hell?
"Did I stay over?"
"It depends on your definition of stay over and what time it is now. I don't even know how I made it back home."
"Hi," a man said in a voice I didn't recognize from the living room.
"You must be April, I'm Paul," he said and the guy was so tall, he made me feel so intimidated and I was straining my neck to look at him or I must have slept on it bad or something.
"I feel awful," I blurted out.
He laughed. "So you should do. You guys were lucky I came along when I did and my friend works at the club. You were about to be kicked out and with Stephanie's phone off, I was lucky to find you."