So a normal Wednesday night at Backbooth was not what we got at all.
We started out with a drive/ photoshoot but none of them came out good.
Then we start drinking in my car after we park in the lot.
Then me, being the dumbass that I guess I am, steps outside of my car with a beer in my hand.
Bad timing!
Just then a bicylce cop rides by and sees me.
I freak out but just finish chugging the beer and set it back in my car as normal.
Trying to act all non chalante, I start walking to Backbooth, and she comes right over.
SHITTT!!!!! hahahah
She asks how old we are, and for our I.D.s. So she finds out we are 19. I start thinking what jail is going to be like. In a few minutes she was just like pour out the rest of the beers and hide your purse so your car doesnt get broken into.
That was IT!? NO JAIL! =)
Man I am good with cops.