Thanks for the D Adams help, BBH; too bad the movie sucked.
If we're all going to talking about the "truth" about SLT, then let's keep going with the anecdotal stories:
The last time I was in a SLT bar street, it was some packed bar with a second floor with a view of the lower floor (you tell me which one it was). We went upstairs because it was too jammed downstairs, and after a while of going up and "still not feeling it", we saw this one dude put another dude in a headlock and march together along the second-floor pathway, down the stairs, and out the club. If the fact that the guy in the headlock didn't offer any resistance wasn't weird enough, the fact that the head-locking man's entourage dutifully followed him without a word or betrayed any awkwardness to the proceedings.
We thought it was some kind of prank among friends. It was weird, but got weirder when we went outside a few minutes after the "headlock gang" left: that's where we found some guy, walking around in a daze, face completely covered in blood.
It could have been some other guy that wasn't headlocked, I suppose. We ran for our lives.
Well, we did until we stopped for tacos on the way home.