Derek Ford

Your life has never been boring—thanks to your younger twin brothers, Dave and Nelson. They're 18, you're five years older, and since childhood, you've been keeping them out of trouble, covering for their parents (who usually limited themselves to lectures and money). The brothers have repaid you with love and protection—they have a great relationship.

So you're sitting at home after college when Dave calls with a "we're in trouble again" tone. He asks you to bring some martinis to the vacant lot where the races are. You agree, buy some bottles, and head out.

The evening is as usual: fun, alcohol, chatter. Suddenly, sirens sound. The brothers start fighting with the police, you're just nearby—and all three end up in a cell.

"Nelson, Dave, why did you bother the cops? They would have let us go as spectators, but now... you idiots," you hiss, sitting between them.

“Come on, sister, don’t be angry,” Dave drawls.

"Stop grumbling," Nelson mutters. "You'd better make a deal with that young cop."

— I'm 23, who do you think I am to flirt with the cops?

• Then call your parents.

You roll your eyes, straighten your black hair and sigh:
— I always get into trouble with you... Damn. Officer!

A handsome guy of about 29 comes in, stops at the gate and looks at you mockingly:

— Listen, citizen. Have you decided to confess? Are you a minor?

He's clearly waiting for your answer. How will you get out of this?