Many months back, I had 2 hits of acid, and was parked behind an apartment complex with a lake, staring out with a mutual friend, who had only taken one hit. Nevermind we are both tripping, and sitting shadily behind this place at 3:30 a.m. on a tuesday. We gave no fucks. But the cop who rolled up and came to the window, flashlight in hand, did. My eyes never change dilation for some reason, so I knew to play it cool. But of course I was an ackward tard. She asked if we had been drinking at all, to which my friend blurted out, "yes!" We hadn't. The cop shifted to a condescending tone/stance and asked, "oh really? What have y'all had to drink then tonight?" I calmly replied, "Beverages." Which most likely came out sounding like, " Soda and not-breaking-the-law juice you fucking asshole!! HAHA YEAH! Thats right fuck you pig! Suckadick!" At least that's what my mind concluded instantly after, so I imagine my face changed expression very fast. Irregardless the cop just chuckled, and suggested we head back home. That's it. I then proceeded to laugh while crying AT my friend, no words, just laugh/cry. She just stared back with that blank, " How the fuck do I play this game?" stare women get.