So summer was just about drawing to a close, and that meant that soon even those recent graduates who'd stayed behind on the island for the summer would be headed off. Naturally, this meant one last sort of hurrah needed to be had: in the form of getting really, incredibly drunk, of course.
And while, yes, there was totally a bar on-island they could do that at, there was also one off island, and it had become a weird sort of tradition now, anyway.
[ooc: NFB since mainland and for Those Guys and some SP.]
- The Drunken Unicorn, Wednesday Evening