Mexican Mischief Gives the Boot to Students

This is the story of a high school boy, Marcus, who had an interesting spring break when he went to visit his friend Sarah at university. Now seeing as Sarah went to an all girls college across the street from a university, Marcus needed a place to stay. Being too young himself, he enlisted Sarah to rent a motel room for him. Immediately, Marcus and Sarah start the wheels turning in their heads. The motel room would become the party room for the weekend. Now this was in a time and world where they rented motel rooms you could smoke within. Unfortunately, they were stuck in the room that shares a wall with the front desk. No major problem they figured, just make it a small-ish, quiet-ish, gathering. The plan is set and the guest list is set-ish. Showtime, eight people in Marcus' car built for five on a good day. Another vehicle follows loaded as well with people, and booze. The 14-ish people flocked into the motel room for a night of LOUD EXCITING FUN TIMES!. But wait, the phone rings. Front desk checking on the noise level in the room. The phone is hung up and Marcus' makes his way through the smoke filled room to the flip cup table. First time playing flip cup for him, just a sweet, little sophomore with the fun college kids. RING..RING, noise level is higher and it is apparently past late hours (11:00pm). Everyone gets as quiet as they can for each person having pounded back close to a six pack of beer. Things escalate to a game of never have I ever. RING..RING, noise level is still higher, and we will be asked to leave if it does not stop. The night ends on that note, and the next day Marcus asks to switch to a non-smoking room to get away from sharing that cursed wall. A day on campus, and then motel shenanigans start again. Pulling into the parking lot there is a party of Mexicans (people originating from south of the US to be politically correct) carrying on as if it is Cinco De Mayo. The two cars of people once again enter the motel, and before even the beer can come in the room, the office is calling to complain of noise levels that are going to be dealt with by the law if it didn't stop. They didn't believe it was a Mexican celebration right out front of their doors. Did you know you can't fit 14-ish people in a motel bathroom with cops about to knock the front door down? All decked out in their best, they asked if anyone had been drinking, to which someone replied, "not here". They asked again and were told drinking may have happened elsewhere, but not at the hotel. It was at this point that the police said the motel was asking us to leave. After Marcus pled his case to retrieve his phone deposit at the front desk, everyone departed. Alas, abandoned in a small town with no where to go, Marcus and Amanda still carried on and partied on campus and were actually chased by a large Mexican at a dorm kegger across campus before finding Marcus a place to sleep for the night. All ended well that started well-ish...with some Maker's Mark, provided by the fine men putting Marcus' up for the night.