of Walk of Shame.
Disheveled hair and fancy dresses, tottering on high heels on the sidewalk, still wobbly from the booze.
The smarter ones brought sunglasses the night before for such an occasion; the others keep their eyes pinned resolutely downward.
Sporadic smeared make-up.
Probably a lot of New Year's Resolutions in their formative stages.
A certain nervousness to the face implies a condom probably wasn't used.
They all get annoyed when you take their picture.
I am Laslo.