Late night shenanigans

We were woken last night at 3am by a bunch of rowdy, drunken teenagers fighting down in the street below our window. I heard a guy shouting incomprehensively and a girl screaming 'get off me' over and over. The good samaritan in me thought this deserved investigation. It appeared that, while she was not getting raped, the girl was being sat on by her own friends, in order to subdue what looked like a domestic drama. We were not the only people watching as I could see many other curtains pulled aside in the building opposite. I assessed the situation as moderate and entertaining as it seemed to be all bluster - but another voyeur seemed to think it was more serious, or more annoying, as 2 police cars showed up and pulled onto the footpath. By this point the kids scattered, but the unlucky screaming guy was detained by the cops and pushed against the wall for searching. This drew some of the others back, I think in a misguided attempt to convince the police that nothing was up. It all seemed to be routine, until the crazy drunk girl came back and started going mental. All of a sudden the cops descended on her, cuffed the guy and some other chivalrous dude came charging in to the fray. Someone must have radioed because in a heartbeat there were 7 other police cars on the scene! That makes 9 police cars and 18+ policemen on a not-so-quiet corner of Manhattan at 3am. Outside our window! They ended up dragging 3-4 kids away in cuffs and the rest dispersed, trying unsuccessfully to hail a cab. Timon and I watched all this incredulously, and with curiosity. The most impressive thing was how quickly the police responded. Oh, and the craziest thing was when they all drove away, the police car on the footpath drove like a madman at high speeds until he hit the road.

Exciting stuff!