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"i got a pound under my seat." gio tells us while looking at her sideview mirror at the cop in his car.

"your saying that shit like it's no fuckin deal, we're all minors and we're drunk and high as hell!" i exclaim.

"don't worry i got my fake on me." the cop gets out his car and starts walking up to our car.

"but is the car registered to your fake?"

"i don't know." she mumbles, and i rub my eyes frustratedly.

the cop reaches the car. "hello, do you know why im stopping you tonight?"

gio smiles at the cop, "no sir i do not."

"well i stopped you because i noticed that you were swerving a little bit. can i see your license, registration, and proof of insurance?"

keh grabs them out of the glovebox and hands them to gio, who hands them to the officer.

the cop inspects them, "where are you ladies coming from tonight?"

"that's none of your business, sir."

"have you been drinking tonight?"

"no sir, i haven't."

"im going to go run these in my system, keep the car off." he walks back to his car, getting in.

keh looks out her sideview mirror. "i hope he don't take you to the police station for a urine test."

gio takes out her phone and checks the time before putting it back in her pocket. "he probably ain't even smell that shit, only thing you can smell in this car is casamigos."

"let's hope."

"do you think he'll ask for our ids too?" odessa asks.

billie taps her shoulder, "nah, he shouldn't. he's only supposed to check the driver if he thinks shes intoxicated. but, he could id us if he thinks we're underage, and im hoping he won't."

i exhale and shake my head. he better not ask for our fucking ids cause i don't got my fake on me and im pretty sure the others don't either.

if you're wondering how we got to drink in the club or even get in, its because that club is notoriously known for not giving a fuck about underage drinkers. if you're crazy young then they obviously won't let you get in.

the youngest i've seen in there was like 13-14. but these days its harder to tell how young a person is, because all these damn middle schoolers look like high schoolers.

i think cause they're starting to hit puberty earlier than they used to or something like that. i don't fucking know what their parents have been feeding them.

the officer walks back up to the car and hands gio her shit back. "lwhy were you swerving?"

gio rubs the back of her neck, "i got distracted by these idiots back here."

he hums.

"im going to do a sobriety test on you because im getting a strong smell of alcohol coming from this vehicle, and i just want to make sure you're sober, even though you said you haven't been drinking. so go ahead and step out the car for me."

she gets out the car, "have you ever done a sobriety test before?" she shakes her head. "well im going to explain it as we go then."

"im going to do a horizontal gaze nystagmus test on you. what i want you to do is keep your feet together and your hands by your sides. keep your head still and follow my finger only with your eyes. do not move your head."