Another old one...
The girls I affectionately refer to with this term are everywhere in Athens. Every bar has them. They're out more nights than they're not, and if you get 'em drunk enough, they'll leave with you, my drunken friend. They might even sleep with you. In fact, in all probability, they WILL sleep with you. They might not be completly aware of where they are when you both wake up the next morning, however.
Typically in the age range from 16 to their mid twenties (yes, I said 16), they're just discovering how fun it is to get drunk. So they do what people normally do when they find something they like to do. They do it all the damn time. They get an ID, they find a bar, and they get drunk. Always, always drunk. They find a place downtown where they feel comfortable, where they can get in, where their friends like to go, and they frequent "their bar" every night of the week. They become one of the "regulars".
And, inevitably, it begins.
They go home with that one guy. Then next week it's a different guy. A few months down the road, they've fucked half of the other regulars. And so on and so on. Then, before you know it, they've slept with the entire damned staff of "their bar".
This isn't difficult for them, because most bar sluts are fairly good looking...at least for a while.
Some of the guys I work with indulge in the dangerous delights of the bar slut. These are the brave few. Only a few, though, as many of us are smart enough to stay away from these types, at least those of us who have traveled down that road as new bar employees in the past and found it to be a treacherous one.
As for myself, I try to avoid these particular girls, but standing at a door night after night, they eventually notice you. If they're drunk enough, they'll rub up next to you, maybe try to sneak a little kiss in, and slip you their number to call you later, for "some late night partying". However, I've never been a big fan of STDs, or sleeping with a girl who I know has a count of well into the double digits of random dudes downtown.
So the next time that you're out, if you're out enough, try to notice those couple of girls who always seem to be the first ones at the bar talking to the bartenders, and that never seem to be the last to leave. You'll actually never see them leave because they only leave with the bar employees or a regular at the end of their late nighting after all of the normal people have already left for the night.
And I'd advise you all to stay the hell away from them.