Poaching

The door beside the stage flung open and someone yelled, "Teton County Sheriff, put your hands up!"
Are you kidding? Thought Marie sitting up. They really say that?
"Dude," Marc moaned.
"Off the stage now," an officer commanded, gun pointing at Marie then Marc.
"Take it easy," Marc said sitting up and switching his coat from blanket to jacket. "No need for guns. We're cool."
"I bet you think you're cool. You're trespassing," a female officer said walking up the aisle between the seats searchingly. "Where're your friends?"
Marie and Marc exchanged glances. How did they know we were here?
"What's going on?" came from somewhere among a vast room of seats. Pete crawled out from under the tenth row back.
"You're trespassing, is what's going on," the female cop said. "Where's Mike?"
"Don't know," Pete said walking towards the giant screen above Marc and Marie. He surveyed the colorful artistic moldings and framed ancient movie posters that decorated the room. "This place is way cooler in the light," he said. The female cop smacked him lightly upside the head.
"Hey, that's police brutality," Pete said waving her hand away.
"No, it's knocking some sense into you," she responded.
"Fucking new officers on power trips, pointing guns at us," Marc whispered to Marie as Pete and female cop walked up to the stage. Marie stifled a giggle.
"You four think you're so cleaver breaking into places at night..."
"Three," Marc corrected.
"Put the gun away, John," the female cop interrupted.
"How'd you know we were here, Sarah?" Marie asked. She and Marc sat comfortably on the stage, as if in powwow.
"Someone saw you break in last night."
"We didn't break in," Pete said climbing on the stage to join them. "The door was open."
"Well it's still trespassing," John said.
"You gonna arrest us?" Marc sneered.
"You didn't steal anything did you, Pete?" Sarah asked.
"No!"
"You didn't seem to damage anything," Sarah said. Then she smiled, "and I do know where you all live. So we'll let you off with a warning, and I'll tell Mr. Fitzsimmons he needs to lock his doors."
"Sarah," John whined.
"Save your cuffs for real criminals, John. I don't want to do the paperwork, besides Pete's dad would have him out before we finished it. They didn't hurt anything, they were just being jack asses," she said.
"Thanks Sarah," the trio said climbing off the stage and filing out the door.
Sarah and John got in their logo emblazoned Tahoe and drove down the alley.

Marie, Marc and Pete stood by the door watching the Sheriff's truck drive away.
"Phew, that was close," Marie sighed. "Ugh, there's the head ache."
"Mm, me too," Marc said. "That stage wasn't as comfortable a bed as apparently I thought it would be last night!" He rubbed his neck.
"Dude, I left my coat in there!" Pete said hugging himself.
"Forget it!" Marc and Marie said together.
"But it's so cold, and it's my favorite Cloudveil shell."
"Fine, but be fast," Marc said. Pete ran back into the theater, and was back before Marc or Marie could worry about being seen again.
"Good thing no one saw us at the Put-put course," Pete said zipping up his coat.
"Or the maze," said Marie.
"Or the hot tubs!" laughed Marc.
"Too bad Mike missed this one." Marie said. "He's gonna be pissed!"
"That's what he gets for pussing out," Marc said.
"Dude, he got a girl last night, I'd have passed this up for that," Pete said. "Well, maybe." They all laughed. "Hey, did we decide who won movie charades last night?" he asked.
"Dude, it was totally me," Marc said.
"No way, man. I totally had it with my Bad Boys impression," Pete said.
"Dude, you were disqualified. No talking or singing in Charades," Marc countered.
"Mmm, let's go get burritos at Shades," Marie changed the subject.