Rob the place

"Let's take advantage of this," you say. "Steal everything not nailed down."

"You're the boss," Lukas smiles. "Let's do that."

You move over to one of the bedside tables, pulling it open. You stare inside, as a half-filled bottle of white rum, a pile of crunched up notes and coins, a phone charger and two and a half packs of cigarettes all smile back at you. You quickly grab it all, hurrying to take what you can. You turn over to Ben, who is busy trying on a leather jacket from the wardrobe, and Daniel, who is going through the drawers as he looks for valuables. Lukas has already disappeared under the bed, going through what's there.

"We've hit the jackpot," Daniel says, pulling out a ziplock bag filled with hash.

"Perfect," you say. "Take that."

You continue searching through the room, taking what you can. You walk over to the desk, grinning as you see the asshole or one of his shitty friends is in the same History and Maths classes as you, and have completed the essay and project you hadn't even started, snatching them up. You'll copy them later.

"Take what you need from these, boys, it's gold," you say, as the others raid the papers.

Lukas pulls out a backpack with some spare clothes, filters, rolling papers and a pouch of tobacco in it from under the bed, as Ben begins piling up clothes he likes. After about five minutes, everything of value is left in your hands, as you've raided the place.

"That works," you say. "Let's go."

"Perfect! Hurrah!" Lukas cheers.

Drunk and happy, you guys hurry up to your room, fucked off your heads and carrying home the spoils of the night. You push in the door as you hear the ruckus of teachers searching for students still out drinking. You head to bed, collapsing exhausted and near passing out in your beds, at the end of a great night.