The taxi driving is probably thinking we just killed a guy.

So a bunch my friends and I decide to take a road trip down to Panama City Beach for Spring Break. We were so excited to be going to the number 1 Spring Break destination that we made a pact: "anything goes".

Of course everyone was planning on the hook ups and sloppy nights, but I feel pretty guilty to this day of what I ended up doing.

One of the nights while we were all at the bar, me and one other girl, Beth, decided we just weren't drunk enough and needed to go somewhere more exciting. As we started our walk to the next bar, we came across this lone kid walking by myself.

He looked underage and it turns out he was because he had just gotten kicked out of a bar, while all his other friends remained there.

Being the out-going, fun girls that we are, we started to talk to him and eventually got friendly enough to invite ourselves back to his hotel room, which was still within walking distance, our hotel was worth calling a taxi for.

Once we get to his room, we confide in each other of our mutually sucky nights and he offers us some vodka in hopes of making this encounter a little more fun. Obviously we knew exactly what he was trying to do. He had two drunk girls alone in a hotel room, on spring break, what kinda guy wouldn't take advantage of that situation.

Well Beck and I are pretty strong-minded girls and we can read each other like a book. So I knew exactly what she was thinking. The plan was obvious that we were just going to mess with this kid and then call it a night.

So we started to tease him a little bit. It started with Beck. Some how she got a hold of his phone and called his mom. Mind you, this kid is on Spring Break and it’s 2 in the morning. Then we told him we would get in the shower with him, something neither of us would never do...well, almost never.

We keep going back and forth from the bedroom to the bathroom, still taking shots and “testing the water.” Meanwhile, he is the only one actually taking some of his clothes off.

This is when I start to feel bad, but it was the vodka that made me do it. I noticed his wallet on a nearby table so I threw it on the bed on front of Beck. I don’t know how he could have not seen that, actually maybe he did.

While Beck is talking to him, I go sit on the bed right in front of the wallet and behind my back, take out all the money he has, which was about $80. Again, she and I know each other so well so once she could tell I was done, we booted out of there, leaving him in the bathroom.

All I was thinking was “Did we really just do that?” Then I thought “Wait, how are we going to get back to out hotel” Just as that thought crossed my mind, we were racing down the last set of stairs and standing right there was a taxi, just waiting for someone to hope in. Obviously our perfect get away.

The whole way home, I couldn’t talk, I felt so guilty. This is something Beck and I would never think of really doing. Meanwhile, Beck wouldn’t stop talking, saying things like “I can’t believe we just did that, I can’t believe we just got away with that.”

The taxi driving is probably thinking we just killed a guy.

Finally we get back to our hotel room and relive what just happened to us. A short while later, everyone else returns from the bars, after they told us how much fun they had, they told us how much money they all spent. We followed there story with how we made money. They couldn’t believe it either.

The next day, Beck and I went shopping for new bathing suits. Friends will still bring up that time that we robbed a kid who had already had a rough night after being deserted from his friends after being kicked out of a bar. I also think of him whenever I wear that bathing suit.