It was 6:00 am in Los Santos and besides the purr of early morning traffic, all you could hear was the excited whoops and cheers from a group of English college students enjoying Spring Break in America. Ricky, Chase and Jack, four obnoxious chavs who had decided to use their student loans to go to LS and cause a commotion, and that was exactly what they did.
Stumbling drunkenly through the street, having private conversation loud enough for all of San Andres to hear and whistling at every girl who walked past. These boys were about to get a taste of reality. In terms of what was and what was not appropriate behaviour when you are partying abroad
"Bruv, yous ain't even on me level, eh?" Jack said holding up his phone "I got eight birds numbers when we was in there."
"Yeah, but none of them are gonna call you, ya know that don't-cha." Ricky snickered.
"Fuck off, how do you know that?" Jack frowned. "These American birds are begging for some young British cock."
"Maybe so, but it sure ain't gonna be from you," Chase added.
"Fuckin' watch me, cunts. I'll be drowning in pussy next time we hit the club."
"Bruv, we is leaving tomorrow morning." Ricky reminded. "God, are you really that stupid.
"Shut up!" Jack snarled at his two friends. "You two are real killjoys, you know that, tight?"
"If you say so, mate." Chase giggled.
Jack finished chugging the bottle of beer he was working on. Once he'd finished it, he threw it overarm into the road. The bottle smashed into a million pieces, making his friends laugh. Locals walking on the other side of the road looked at them disapprovingly. Chase gave them the bird once he caught their eyes.
"Why are all the people here so stuck up?" Chase asked, lighting a cigarette.
"Fuckin' Americans." Ricky snarled. "Think their so much better than anyone else,"
"For San Andeans, they're really fucking uptight." Jack joined in.
"Yeah, what happened to the 'chill' fuckin' stereotype they had going on," Chase added passing his cigarette to Ricky so he could have a hit on it.
Jack shrugged, sticking his hands in his jacket pockets. The LS sun was almost entirely in the sky, lighting up the whole city like a Christmas tree. It warmed their faces, they loved this LS weather, it was like nothing they got back home. In that moment, the three best friends felt untouchable. But it didn't last forever, for the next thing they knew. The sound of police sirens filled their ears as a cop car pulled up right next to them. The boys turned to confirm their suspicions that the LSPD had a bone to pick with them.
"Aw shit, what do we do?" Jack asked. "Do we run?"
"Of course not you fuckin' bimbo, we ain't done nothing wrong. Why the fuck would we run?" Chase argued.
"Oh my god, you two gotta calm the fuck down before the arrest us!" Ricky growled at them as the two police officers stepped out of their car and onto the sidewalk where the boys were standing and shaking with fear. Although they wouldn't admit that last part.
"Well, well, well. Who do we have here?" One of the officers said shining his flashlight in the faces of the students.
"Hm, I haven't seen these boys around here before." The other officer said.
"We're tourists." Jack choked, struck with fear.
"Oh wow, where are we from?" Asked the police officer with the flashlight.
"London," Ricky said much more confidently than Jack had.
"How nice," said the police officer. "I'm glad you are enjoying yourselves here." The officers began to come closer, intimidating the boys greatly. "However, we do have some rules here. And these rules have to be followed of we are going to stay in this city, do I make myself clear fellas?"
Ricky gulped, "Of course, officer." The other two agreed in unison.
"These rules," said the second officer "do include, no being obnoxious and yelling profanities at the top of our lungs."
The first officer chimed in "And throwing beer bottles in the street, is also not exactly a behaviour we condone either."
Chase swallowed hard, "You saw all that?"
The two officers nodded. "You see, boys. We have had many complaints come in from locals who are quite frankly sick of you lot acting like fuck wads. So we are going to be taking you lads down to the station." The second officer said pulling out a pair of handcuffs.
Ricky jumped back. "Wow, wow, wow. Is that really necessary? Our motel is just up here."
"Yeah! We'll be good, officers." Jack said before Chase smacked him in the back of the head, asking what exactly was he thinking.
The police officers laughed. "I'm afraid it is." They said mainly at Ricky was still baffled.
"What, no. We aren't getting arrested for this shit, man." Ricky snarled.
"Sorry kid, that's the law." The first police officer said grabbing Ricky's wrist. He drew his hand back violently.
"Don't fucking touch me, man!" Ricky's friends looked at him baffled.
"Dude, just do what he says. Our visas run out tomorrow." Chase whispered harshly.
The second officer took out a notepad as the first cradled his wrist. "Look's like we are going to have to add, 'resisting arrest' and 'assaulting an officer' to the list of charges."
Jack spoke up, "I'm sorry about him, he get's a little angry when he's tired. We'll get in the car now." He said pulling Ricky and Chase towards the cop car my the collars of their t-shirts.
The second officer opened the car door and pushed all three boys inside before slamming the door shut. Ricky could make out the officer saying something like "Fucking Poms." As he walked around to the driver seat.
"Oh great! And now we are being racially profiled!" Ricky said punching the back of the seat in front of him.
"Chill the fuck out, Rick," Chase exclaimed.
"Yeah it could be worse," Jack added "They could have shot us. It is America for God's sake."
"You aren't helping." Chase frowned.
The officers got in the car and buckled up. "Alright, boys, whose up for a road trip." The police officers giggled as they started up the car.
"Fuck this," Ricky said slouching down in his seat as the streets of Los Santos zoomed by.