We were sat in a room in Nick's house, door locked and hearts beating. We didn't know whether to laugh or sit in fear.
It was the first week of A-levels and the excitement of this new era and a free house had given us both reason and means by which to celebrate. The last few hours had gone well, loud music and rawkus youths aren't a problem when a house is detached, on an expansive piece of land and neighbours are friendly.
The music had flowed from Mix Master Mike to Pantera, the beer from Michelob to Guiness. A few of us were chilling out in Nick's room when we noticed that some of the partygoers were outside having a smoke. These guys were a few years older than us and not even acquaintances - they even had beards! An idea sprang into my head: "Nick has a sink, and we could throw water at them from this window."
Chris and I took it in turns to fill the glass that sat rather conveniently to the side of the sink before throwing its contents on those sat on the patio below. This went on for a while until we heard raised voices. We scrambled downstairs only to be cross-examined by the now slightly damp smokers. They were a little 'worse for wear,' a few hours of drinking under their belts coupled with their ('magic') cigarettes. We claimed it was Claudia, Nick's younger sister, towards whom we assumed they would show mercy.
The discussions went on and I remembered that Nick had an outhouse that could be locked. These guys were beginning, even through their drunken stupor, to work out that we were not quite as innocent as we had claimed and we decided to make a run for it. The door was locked behind us and we were safe.