Greg and Alicia

You figure that the best option is to try to help the most number of people. That means going for the cop that's in charge of watching Greg and Alicia, among all the others sitting around them. You count a little over a dozen clustered around the guy, waiting to be processed. No way the cops are planning on bringing them all to the drunk tank, but you don't want to take that chance.

That doesn't mean you're going to attack a cop, though. For one, they're just doing their jobs; this party was very illegal. For another, you're not going to get yourself in deeper shit just to help your friends avoid a pretty minor ticket. You do want to get them out of here, though.

Ultimately you decide that a distraction is the best option. They'll get the message, and you won't risk your own freedom to get them out of their predicament. You hide in the shadows of a nearby fence and plan how you're going to do this, settling on the boring standard of 'make a lot of noise and run around.'

It takes you a little while to hype yourself up. You've had run-ins with cops-- what freshman hasn't?-- but it still doesn't make you want to deal with this.

You run out of the shadows, screaming and hollering at the top of your lungs. As expected, you quickly attract the attention of the guy standing near Greg and Alicia. What you hadn't counted on was the attention of the other police officers around the area. Their batons are quickly in their hands, and they're coming toward you, too.

Shit, you think. You look to Greg and find him looking back at you. He gets the message, helping Alicia to her feet as best he can with handcuffs around his wrists. The two of them escape, the others with them scattering to the winds.

The cops are coming at you now. This is not good, you think. "Fire!" you shout. "There's a fire! Call the fire department!" That seems to stop them short.

"Where?" one barks. "I don't see anything."

"On campus! Call a fire truck, please!" You realize that this is probably a more serious crime than getting busted drinking underage, but it was never the best decision to do this in the first place, so you're committed now. "For the College Center, it's on fire!"

You sprint away from the cops as they come together to figure out what to do. They seem like they're considering believing you, but you'll be gone by the time they decide you're full of shit, anyway. You run down a side street the first chance you get to shake them off your tail.