Wrong entourage (Don/Anyone)

It was past midnight. I was out with some friends who... Let's say they were not the people a detective is most likely to be seen with. Anyways, they were not killers or something that serious. Thieves or small things. I was tired of being an angel all the time, so I just thought that a different night would be nice for me. We were just walking with a beer in our hand, probably looking for trouble, I had no idea. But right in that 'different night', I saw someone familiar approaching.

I was driving back home when I saw a supicious bunch so I got out of my car and started walking toward them.

I saw Don and my eyes widened. "Oh my God," I murmured and threw the beer away.
"What's up luv?" asked one of the guys and then saw Flack walking toward him. "Hey man," he told him.

Looking at each one of the crowd I saw Ivy and thought "Why the hell are you here?"

I was in the back of the group, slightly turned to the right. I covered my face with my hand, hoping he wouldn't see me, even though I was sure he already had. In that moment I felt so bad I was there, especially that one of my coworkers had seen me, and not anyone but such a nice person as Don.

One of the guys in the group stepped in front of Flack. "What's up?" he asked.

"Just that from the way you people are acting its like looking for trouble and I m a cop." I said while I was thinking "Get away Ivy before all hell breaks loose"

"We're honest people, man," the guy said, raising his hands in defeat. I remained in the back of the group, chewing my lip nervously.

"I wish I could believe that, if only so the world would be a better place."

"Look, man," the guy said. "We're not doing anything wrong right now and you can agree with me. Why are you still here? Do you need anything? Or should I say anyone?" he asked, which made me sigh nervously. I remained in my place, trying to hide, even though I knew he would come to take me sooner or later.

"Well, in your little group here should I mention one if you is a officer just like me so let's hope she does the right thing and walk out of this little group and by the way, I'll have my eyes on you."

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I remained in my place, but turned my head to look at him. "Hey, Flack," I muttered. All the people in the group were looking at me in pure shock.