1. The Loud Drunk, representing the bar's total female populace, the Loud Drunk is just that, really drunk, and really loud. She wants to be all the things a frat boy is: sloppily dressed, yobbish, and doesn't give a shit, slumming into the city at 11pm with a gaggle of friends and next seen trudging out of a cab she vomited in in the outer suburbs at 3am holding a spilling bottle in one hand and her high-heels in the other. For five glorious hours there is nothing beneath the Loud Drunk: she will camwhore, kiss chicks, armwrestle the guys, throw herself over the nearest lad and dance like a dystrophic person with live rockets and centipedes taped to her neck and each limb, pausing every 4.3 minutes or so to down another Jaegerbomb or chug a pot of piss, to the constant soundtrack of her screaming about HOW F*KING DRUNK SHE IS and HOW AWESOME SHE FEELS. She will have no real opinion, no backstory and no intention of socialising in a manner that a normal person wouldn't regret the next morning and for the rest of their lives. Can be seen in small aggregations every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday night.

2. There is no 2.