Kirk groaned at the head ache he knew he had before he even opened his eyes. He rolled over so he could shove his face into his into his pillow to keep all light out of his eyes. Just when he thought he might be able to fall back asleep, he felt a punch to his shoulder.
"Ow! What the hell was that for? And who the hell are you?" he asked his attacker, voice muffled by said pillow.
"Bastard! You don't even remember my name do you?"
"Yeah I do! It's, uhhhhh, Stacy, right?" he said, facing the brunette this time.
"That's not my name. I'm outta here, Kirk."
And she left his room with a huff.
"I've got to lay off that Gorn liquor..."