The Walk of Shame

Last night, like any other Friday, we ventured to the VK Bar where the drinking age is a little over sixteen. People were socialising and the drinks were flowing. Also, the convenient thing about the bar is that is located directly next to an off-license where the cost of a beer is £1, opposed to the £4 beers that annoyingly do not taste any greater. So I met some new people last night and everyone was seemingly having a good time, until the inevitable happened... someone decided to get mouthy.
This party, alike all other party's that have occurred have had the loudmouthed drunk girl who thinks that everyone else at the party is against her and that the polite smile was in fact a dirty look that constitutes as a threat. So this girl was causing an uproar and thought it necessary to let the whole club know that she had a problem, and so thereby making her problem everybody's problem. The argument progressed from verbal abuse to threats which progressed into an actual fight with some other poor girl who was in fact trying to reconcile the whole incident. Needless to say, this sparked interest within the entire club who all came out to spectate this girl getting kicked with high heels and having her hair ruthlessly pulled.
After this piece of entertainment the drinks flowed some more and everyone's adrenaline seemed to be at a high. The atmosphere stayed alive during the bus ride home with classic songs being sung by the entire top deck. Nothing like a bit of James Blunt, Justin Timberlake and Ronan Keating to end the night. When we arrived at our destination we instantly ran to the chicken shop before it closed to get some end of the night food that once eaten makes you wish that you really hadn't. Although it became worth it when I managed to blag a free piece of chicken. After the delectable meal I decided to stay over my friend's house instead of walking home that night.
6:42 a.m. Awake. Seriously dehydrated. The only thing in sight to drink is the flat Fanta orange from last night's chicken meal deal. 8:14 a.m. Still awake browsing the apps on a iPod Touch eagerly awaiting for my ride home at noon. 9:36 a.m. Had enough of watching Michael Jackson: Through the Years, so I make a prompt decision to get dressed and head home and endure the inevitable walk of shame.