Everyone spends a bit of their life drinking on a weekly basis. (Well everyone except straight-edgers who inevitably replace this phase with either A) a Rap-Rock phase, or B) a period of bad haircuts & self loathing, brought on by the unbearable comfort of having two loving parents and nothing to rebel against - however I digress.)

Most kids go home at a reasonable hour, or at least move on to the after party to melt their brains and tell complete strangers they love them, but there's always one guy trying to get back into the club at 4:37am for that one last shot at cherry pie - Are you The Last Binja!?