Well, I had an interesting time last night.
So there's this house party at this girl's house that I know. My girlfriend's friend. Everything is cool, we play some games, yatta yatta, and as the night goes on more and more people show up, but mostly people we knew. Well at one point 4 people came we didn't know. 4 black guys from out of town, one dressed in all red shit looking like a huge gang banger, the others dressed like gangbangers but not as bad. I didn't care though, I'm not one to really judge or worry about shit like that, all I thought was, "Hmm, I wonder who knows these guys, I hope they aren't here to start shit." because of the guy wearing all of that red.
Well the night goes on, the guys are pretty cool for a while, saying us "white boys from Salina know how to party." but how we need to "go to Wichita and they will show us what's up." But it was all fun for a while, until someone makes a joke about a guy raping a girl and he takes it very seriously. He's storming around the party looking for who said it, making tons of noise, comes to find out it was the girl's sister that this guy was with, just making a joke. Tons of people go outside, the guy who had the rape joke said to him starts punching a random house, and this other guy is like "dude what the fuck stop hitting someone's house man, calm down." And the guy wearing all red took offense to this apparently and got in his face, the other guy got back in his face, and now we have a fight on our hands.
No fists were thrown, but it got really loud, the guy in all red storms back in the house talking major shit on everyone of us in there, saying how he was gonna "get his pistol and shoot all these Salina motha fuckas." And how he was "a blood from Wichita."
Well, some of my friends are very well built, strong, badass individuals. My girlfriend's brother, and this other guy in particular, and they weren't having it. My girlfriend's brother starts to push him outside saying he needs to leave, being very civil about it, but he kept trying to push back, until he got him to the porch and literally threw him off the porch, ripping his shirt. We go back inside and this moron comes right back in saying he "got his pistol now from his car and it's in his back pocket." Just running his mouth like crazy. Finally my girlfriend's brother gets him outside and starts talking sense into him, and get this... This is the best part. He starts crying. The hard gangsters Blood from Wichita starts letting the tears pour.
Next thing you know, cops show up, tons of people scatter because they aren't 21, me and a few people stay inside. This female cop walks right in the back door where I am, takes all of our IDs. She asks what's going on, the FIRST thing I say is, "there was a guy here that we don't know, threatening all of us with a gun, and he just ran off out back." The female cop acknowledge she saw people running off like that, and asked us who they were, and I was like "all I know is that guy who said he had a gun and started all of this."
This is where I get pissed. This dumb piggy bitch doesn't even CALL it in. Some drunk, gangbanger is running around disorderly and angry, supposedly with a gun, and YOU DON'T CALL IT IN? No, instead she takes all of our IDs, gives me girlfriend a breath test, which she barely fails, and she gets slapped with an MIC because she is 19.
That was pretty much it. Very eventful evening. And if I learned anything last night, I learned that ganstas got emotions too.
