The walk home from the bar is really just an extension of the nightclub experience, only weirder. The Wolfgang Gartner remixes give way to the sounds of bro fights and chicks hurling on the sidewalk. Your breath goes from smelling like the last round of Fireball shots to a disconcerting mix of cigarette smoke and after hours Chipotle. And the people you're with go from faceless shadows at the bar to a collection of unpredictable psychopaths, and there's no doorman to protect you. These are the characters of last call: the 10 people you meet walking home from the bar.