Paul woke up with a start, staring at Becca through bleary eyes.

Crap, what’s this girl’s name again? He tried to break through the Margarita haze still clouding his head. Then Becca gave him another firm shake for good measure and the haze dissipated, the events of the night before slowly coming back to him. But he still couldn’t remember her name.

“Answer me! Tell me I’m better than a one-night-stand!” Becca’s voice was shrill and unpleasant to his ears. Ugh, I hate girls who whine. But he pasted what he thought was an ingratiating smile on his face and gently took Becca’s hand.

“You’re worth much more than that … Beth.”

Too late Paul saw Becca’s eyes narrow, her hand in his clenching into a fist. The swift uppercut to his nose brought tears to his eyes. “OW! You bitch! You just broke my nose!”

Becca leaned menacingly over Paul. Despite himself, he flinched. “Sassy was right about you. You’re just a male slut. And by the way – the name’s BECCA !” Then she left, slamming the door loudly behind her.