Right, maybe he's gone cheking his car

Persuaded that if Matt would have been at the pool you would already see him from your position, you decide go right, towards the entrance's gate.
Chances are he's gone checking his damn beloved car.
The dumbass his crazy for his red Camaro, always worried that someone could scratch the paint.

As you walk, you get a more accurate idea of how big Sarah's house is.
It takes you a whole minute of steady walking, to get to the entrance courtyard.
Sadly, Sarah is nowhere to be found, but suddenly you notice lights flashing.
You freeze, realising that's a police car, and that it is stationing right in front of the mansion's gate.
Also, the wavering light of a flashlight reaveals someone is out of the car.
Istictively, but no actual reason, you hide behind a tree and keep on watching.
As your eyes adapt a little to the strong headlight, you notice the bulky figure of an officer is talking to the interphone.

A moment later, the gate opens buzzing, actioned by someone inside the house.
You watch the cop getting back into the car, then driving it inside the courtyard, before turning it off and getting back out again.
He makes a gesture to another dark figure, still sat inside on the passenger side, probably his collegue, and heads to the door.
He covers the the remaining distance without hurry, takes his time to give a look around, admires the flowers which make a good show of themselves all along the pathway leading to the mansion's front door.
That gives you enough time to get a better look at him.
He's stocky, and judging from the distance, you'd say he's slightly shorter than you.
A silver badge shimmers in the dark over the left side of his blue shirt.
He bears a salt&pepper buzz cut and pair of thick, black moustaches.
All in all, you decid that he looks like just the average police officer, proably in his mid-forties or fifties.
The doorbel rings, and rings again, but nothing happens.

"The door is open, it's the police, I'm coming in!" He yells.

Wondering why no one greeted him and why the door was left open, you quickly skulk back into the garden's depth and track back to the large window of the living room with the intention to peek inside. Your heart is racing.

Why are the fucking cops here?

One thing is for sure, you think to yourself, if shit is gonna hit the fan, you're gonna stay the hell out it's fallout range.
The officer is in the livingroom, alone.
He doesn't see you. The heavy beige curtain partially covers your sight, but also hides you from the light coming from inside. That means you can watch without risk of being noticed.
Your friends must be still scattered around the house.
...who the hell opened him, then?

"We've been signaled unhoutorized alcoholic distribuition to underages and breach of peace. Is anybody home?" You hear the man yell thorugh a chink left open of the french window.
You see he has already started to look around the room warily.
As he does, you realize there is quite a mess all around. Beer bottles, and empty drinking cups all over the place, some scattered clothes here and there, the remaing of few joint on the small table next to the window.
That very same moment, an oblivious and laughtering Sarah butts in form the kitchen, shirtless as you left her, in all her lush and bubbly beauty, holding in her hand a galss of what is most probably not water .

"Oh shit!" She mutters before freezing in front of the doorway.

"Is this house yours, M'am? Someone opened the gate and the front door was open ..." Says the man clearing his throat and adjusting his hat with evident embarassment.

"Hmm ... y-yeah, this is my house Mr. Officer..." Replies the red-haired girl, suddenly shily conscious about her outfit.

"I'm sorry, it has been more than a month since the interphone has been dead, I thought it was a joke when you said police and..."She sucked some air loudly."...I have this one friend of mine, Jake Scott, he's always up to some prank, and so, you see..."

I bet he does...

You have never seen Sarah stutter like that, she must be really agitated.
Before she can finish the phrase both Matt and Nicole enter bedhind her, your best friend holding a beer. They bump into Sarah who's still stading just out of the doorway.

"What the fuck's happening here?"

Matt is the one to talk.
You have to repress the impulse to laugh, seeing the the expression of dumbfounded terror panting over his face.
You kind of gloat feeling the only one safe and sound.

Ha, serves him right!

"I'm officer Brendt, and I'm the one asking question here, kid. Are those alcoholics you're holding? I don't see you being old enogh to drink that ..." Replies the man with renewed authority.

Evidently he feels more confident in being rude with a clothed guy, rather than a shirtless girl.

"We've been called for breach of the peace and unhautorized distribution of alcoholic beverages to minors. Whose house is this?"

For a moment no one of your friends replies, thier minds clearly reeling for the situation.

"It's mine, Mr. Officer... Brendt..." Suddenly simpers Sarah, attempting to cover herself with her hands.

Noticing the interested, yet somewhat shy gaze of the man, who keeps galncing to her chest then averting his eyes and focusing at the tapestry, she appears to have quickly changed her attitude.

"I have no idea of the reason ... I mean we were just having a little party between friends here, nothing fancy ..." She declares naively with large smile while nochalantly lowering her arms, enough for her nipples to slip out over her forearms.

"So there's just the three of you here ... err, Miss? ... what's your name again? "

"It's Sarah, Sarah Morgan ... Yeah, just the three of us, Mr. Officer..." She lies shrugging, before squeezing tighter her breasts together from bottom with her arms.

"Err... Miss .... Miss Morgan, I beg you pardon" Croakes the man " I have no doubts that now you three are all that is left of the party, but we've received several calls tonight. There have been complaints that the music was too loud from your neighbours and we've found quite the number of evidence out in the couryard of numerous people being here. Tires mark ... crushed bottles ... a pair of panties ..."
He takes a pause, clearly worn out by the gruelling challenge of not letting his gaze fall down.
"Err, by the way, aren't these by chance yours?" He asks pulling out of his pocket a pink silky thong and waving it about in front of him.

Both the girls frown and shake their head at the unison.
At this, the cop tucks back inside his pocket the piece tiny undergarment with a furtive look on his face that says about his likely intention of finding an use for it later.

"Also, I'm afraid that someone puked his guts out in your peonies, M'am." Concludes the man, after clearing his throat.

The room stays silent for a while.
You notice that, in the meantime, both Nicole and Matt have clung on Sarah's back, like they're hiding behind her.
You best friend in particular seems to be taking this chance to get little grabby with his the red-haired girl.

Sarah though has other matters to think about. She's clearly getting every minute more bothered by the fact that she her charms arent' working on the cop.

"Ok, I admit that I may have invited a few friends over to party... " She sighs.

"To celebrate what? If I may..."

"My birthday, of course."

"Happy birthday, then Miss ... How many are they?"

"Does it really matter?" She sighs again.

The exchange continues for a while.
You loose the thread of it when you realize that Miranda and Tom are still missing.
The recollection that that perverted-ass douche and and your crush went to the bathroom together overlaps with the image of them leaving with her jacking him off and suddenly you can't help but worry that they may be doing something unwholesome somewhere around the house.
The thought is so terrifing that you get away form the window, already in the processes of thinking where could they be and how could you manage to find them.

Excited voices draw you back to the illuminated glass surface.

"No, t-that's NOT weed! Not weed at all, Officer Brendt. I swear to God!"

You hear Sarah squeal.

"Tell him, Matt. Come on!"

As you look back inside, the officer has pushed Matt with his hands against a wall.
Seems like he has searched his pockets and he's holding a couple of joints in his hand.
Your friends is blabblering some incoheret excuses.
When the cop turns him and pins him to the wall, Matt's pale like a ghost.

"It's not mine! S-Someone must have put it there"

"It's your damn pocket, kid. Do me a favour, shut up."

"But Matt! How could you?"Cries Nicole panicked.

"Don't start Nicole, please... Listen, officer... There must be surely a way to set things..."

The man looks no more interested to what Sarah has to say or offer.
Yet from time to time, he still keps glancing at her breasts.

"So we have: breach of peace, illegal distribution of **** and last ...**** possesion." He listed.

"Think we have enough to bring you all in tonight." He adds with a gleam in his eyes that is that of a fisherman who has just caught a fat seabass.

Shit ...

The sentence causes everyone to drop his jaw. Sarah in particualr looks outraged.

"Matt, you're an idiot. Bringing that shit to my party."

You look at your friend who now looks terrible. Sarah is passing him the buck in the attempt get away clean and you almost feel sorry for him despite the events of the last hour.

"M'am, the floor is littered with beer bottles and joints buts out there. The situation is slighlty less dire in here, but hey, come on, do you really think I'm buying it that you knew nothing about that?" Snickers the man.

"Err, yeah, of course, I know nothing about that: I just invited some friends over to celebrate Mr. Officer..." Replies Sarah.

You see she's trying her best to keep on smiling as she tries to get her ass out of the situation, yet she is seething with rage and she is fiddling nevrously the pendant between her breasts.

The man nods as she explains, taking meticolous notes on his notepad.

"You'll have enough time tell us you version at station. We've go some really cozy cells." He say gravely after checking is notepad as to remind himself something.

"You can't do that! I mean... I'm calling my lawyer, there's no way you can do that... You have no proof!" Stammers Sarah.

The officers stares at her with a skeptical look on his saggy face as she rambles on.
Both Nicole and Matt have simply fallen silent in the meantime.

"We do have plenty of evidence, M'am." Remarks the man after another check at his notepad, gesturing at the the whole room.

Sarah is at loss now. The look on her face is of total dismay.

"Listen, Mr. Officer, I can't go to jail." She says sheepishly then." I can't have my parents know about this... They would cut my allowance, kick me out of the house..." And then, with renovated convinction."I know how this things work. You have no real way to be sure at one hundred percent they were here at my party and not somewhere else drinking on their own. Maybe they have just lied to their mother... Same goes with the weed.Your evidence is all...circumstantial, at best."

Good one, Sarah!