I stood, waiting for the others, looking around and taking in the moment. A grin tugged at my lips. We were high schoolers at a high school dance. There was no sneaking in necessary, no lying, no flirtatious smiles or hair flips to get what we wanted from gullible guys. This was real. This was completely legal. It felt weird, but it felt good; a good kind of weird. We didn’t need to hide. We were free. We were also about to leave the police to clean up our mess. And it felt good.