Another Spring Break story, possibly the same trip as mentioned above:
At the beach, me and two friends were walking along openly drinking, despite being minors. Me and one other had just tossed our emptys in the trash about one minute prior, when some cops come up and say to the one friend who still had a beer, "I need to see your ID". He hands the cops his beer can, acts like he's going to pull out his wallet, and then takes off running drunkenly down the beach at full speed. The cops just watch them go, and after about a minute, turn to us and say "I don't guess you know that guys name do you?" We just shrug, and say, "Dunno. Frank something, we just met him."
Cops just walk off.
Same or another trip, phone in the condo room rings at like 4 am. (this is way before cell phones). I answer and its a friend of ours, who has been MIA all day. He yells, Drifter, you gotta come get me! These guys are going to kick my ass!"
I ask "Where are you?"
He screams "# _____, two stories up from our room! Hurry!" I hear banging and a loud crash, then shouting, in the background, what sounds like a door getting kicked in, more yelling.
I wake every body up, we grab whatever weapons we can find. We ride the elevator up a few floors, get off, turn the corner, and see our friend getting his ass kicked by two guys. There are about four or five of us, one of us waving a frying pan from the condo kitchen, we yell, they see us, and take off running down the hallway and down the stairs. We let em go, grab our friend, and retreat back to our room. Apparently, my friend was banging some chick and her boyfriend shows up, and she won't let him in, and he starts kicking in the door, and that's when my friend calls us.