Most people present have had too many pints to tell. The bar exits in a mass, splits into two and parades like lemmings to either Nick's or another bar rumored to be open til four. We should go home. People are talking with people they recognized from the last bar. People who have been eyeing each other all night finally make verbal contact.
Some people stumble out into cabs that wait by the curb.
We're sitting comfortably on our stools. We're relaxing from our focal point. We're watching some pretty drunk boys try to carry on a conversation. At four, all patrons are all sent onto the sidewalk, with only memories and increased BAC's to show for a night of Friday frolic. We've got a 15 minute cab ride home.