This is a detailed account of events
for the sake of preserving a fresh memory.
In summary,
drunk teens called L a pedo and then pulled a gun on him.
I ambushed them with pepper spray.

Lime begged me to go on a walk with him at 11pm. I told him that I would only go if he would spin me on the spinny things at the park.
we live in one of the nicest places in la. The worst of the crime here is usually teenagers messing arround (by setting off illigal fireworks or whatever)
It's also not unusual to see rich white kids messing arround in this park at night, so I thought little of it when a gaggle of teens approached the equipment beside where Lime and I were seated. Even though they seemed to be on the ghetto side, they seemed to be silly and jovial so I decided that it was unlikley that it would be harmless to stay as long as we didn't provoke them. (the group was mostly girls and led by girls, the males met up with them a few minutes after the girls had arrived, also they were all teens and playing on a playground, LOL). But while it was difficult to distinguish if they were refering to us at all, one overtly drunk girl in particular kept talking about "the pedophile" and mentioned how there was a "little girl beside us".
This vaugely seemed like it could be directed twards us but we ignored it and moved away to a different part of the park.
They continued to heckle every few minuites with mentions of "the pedophile" while I helped L do ankii. Evenually when we decided to leave, the girl yelled "THE PEDOPHILE IS LEAVING!", confirming that they had been talking about L. It was silly, and a compliment to both of us,(he's mature looking and I look like a kid despite being a hagard 19 y.o.?) and I didn't mind at all. These people were also obviously intoxicated, roudy, and attention seeking, so the last thing that I wanted to so was give them any reason to harass us.
But, my retarded(the deserved title for what he did next) boyfriend decided to respond to this by yelling back
"Fuck you I'm not a pedophile!" (in a neutral tone, as opposed to like, rage screaming.)

This Immediately stirred the hornet’s nest, and they quickly began to pursue L as he continued to walk out of the park. They were spouting threatening fight phrases like “FUCK YOU SAY ESSAY?!” ect, ect.
As soon as the noise began I slipped away from L (and their veiw) in the anticipation that there might be a brawl of some kind. L put his hands up and repeated in a nervous-smile voice that he “didn’t want any trouble” and continued to walk backwards towards the road as they shoved and yelled at him.
As soon as I had speed walked to cover and realized that L wouldn’t just run away or punch the kid flat, I undid the lock on my pepperspray and looked around the corner to monitor. L had made it just out of the park, about 20 feet away from them, when about 15 in front of me I witnessed the most aggressive kid attempting to rack the slide of a gun which had appeared in front of his groin.
L had turned his back and began to walk away. As soon as I saw the glimmer of the metal and felt that Ls livelihood was endangered, I charged full speed at the fat idiot and doused his face in capsaicin.
The last thing that I saw was his dumbfounded expression before I was also blinded. I blindly sprayed in the direction of the rest of the kids and then bolted towards L while yelling for him to help me because I couldn’t see. While we were desperately fleeing from the park, one of the women yelled “FUCK YOU BITCH!”, but as we got further away I did not hear them pursue us. Afterwards L said that he had seen the boy fall down and the rest of the goons turn their attention to his aid. During our escape I fell into the bushes once, but we managed to make our way to an area that was out of their line of sight(and aim). Im on a diet so I couldn’t run as far as I normally could.
L knocked on the window of a woman sitting in her car and we both spoke over each other while trying to convey that someone had pulled a gun on us.
She led us to her apartment complex’s lobby. She helped me wash my eyes out (not what you’re supposed to do, ow) while L called the cops or something.
I didn’t see what that bathroom looked like the whole time that I was there. I bent over and adjusted the water on and off while trying to make it cold. I talked to the woman and to L but when I was alone I tried to breathe, and counted to 8, and thought about how to tell the story to the cops.
when the cop’s voice arrived he told me that the water wouldn’t help, and that I should take a seat, so I groped around for the toilet seat and then was told that I should stop and that he could lead me to a different seat. While I was in the lobby the cop motioned to an air vent somewhere and purposed that I should sit under it, but moved me to a chair anyway.
Pain wise, it felt like eating a hot pepper with your eyes. It was possible to cut through the pain if i focused on something. And although I was undergoing a high amount of stress, I felt warm and almost relaxed in a way, or at least until I would attempt to open my eyes, which would incite an electric shock to clamp my eyes closed after I received a single frame of visual information.
I attempted this once when I approached the chairs and saw the brick red upholstery.
I tried it again while talking to the officer and saw his black pants and the glass walls of an office area beside the short hallway which led to the bathroom I had exited. They questioned us in the chairs, L got a lot of details wrong but I remembered everything very vividly.
Then they took us outside on the steps so that my eyes could get fresh air. They called the medics but I told them that I didn’t want to go in the ambulance because I didn’t want any bills. The medic made me open my eyes many times into a flashlight (i used my fingers to pry them barely open) then he gave me saline and a sterile pad before leaving because I had denied their treatment.
We had to give a description of the main assailant and the gun.
After a bit they told us that they had found the suspects. L was ecstatic. He went back into the bathroom to get my keys, and then we got buckled into the back of a new cop car and went barreling down the highway at 1am while going 80mph. He was texting his mom the whole time that we were in the car.
At this point I had regained my vision and started to feel less adrenaline-sick. The pain had faded into a dull ache of pulsing warmth. It was comfortable.
We pulled into a seven eleven parking lot where eight teenagers were sat on the curb. On the left there were two white kids who were unrelated and unfortunately had been in the 7-11 at the same time as the others.
But the group on the other side of the curb were instantaneously familiar. Two latino men sat on the male side of the group, and three or four women (2 latino, one white slut, and one white FTM who was bitching about having been sat in the wrong section) sat on the female side.
The cops pulled L out first and had him tell his side of the story for about 20 minutes.
Then they sat him back in the cop car for a while. During this time we began to discuss what happened.

I told L I thought he was in the wrong for messing with (what was obviously in my eyes) a bunch of drunk hispanic teenagers being retarded. And because, while we were on the swings, L mentioned that he thought he saw them brandishing a gun. (I didn’t see anything because I didn’t want them to construe my gaze as provocation).
He defended himself by saying that he thought that they were just rich white teenagers who were acting like thugs, because they were on iPhones and some of the kids that he went to school with acted like that (said nigga and listened to rap). He also thought that “hispanic thugs acted differently”. This frustrated me because to me it was like being able to tell the difference between a dog and a fish. Afterwards L’s dad reprimanded him for the same thing, because we both grew up in ghetto ethnic areas unlike L. Although his dad empathized with him over L’s assumption that teenagers weren’t capable of that behavior.

Following this logic, also I thought that it was stupid for him to have said anything to them in the first place. From my (female) point of view, any reaction was instigation. It’s like responding to a crack head begging for money, or attempting to show a wasp colony who is boss. Unless you’re looking for a fight, you can only lose by reacting.
But to my surprise, the male police officer, his most respectable male friend, and his dad all agreed that there was nothing wrong with his reaction.
He also managed to not instigate any kind of a fight, which, if I was in his position would be difficult considering their age, stature, and lack of muscle were all puny in comparison to L. But in the end this was essential, as it gave us complete victim dominance in the eyes of the law.

Then they pulled me out of the police car and read from a card which said that I am not supposed to suspect anyone just because they are in custody. Then he asked me to describe what the gun looked like. I told him that I remembered seeing glints of silver. Then he brought forth the main thug. During the initial questioning I had said that he was fat with wavy ear length hair parted in the middle, and wore a grey tracksuit. All of this was correct besides that he wore an oversized grey shirt and black shorts.
Next he mentioned to the other guy and the three women sitting one by one and asked me what details I remembered about them and why.
I remembered the trans one specifically because she had a feminine face but wore masculine gangbanger clothing, and when I ran toward the assailant I remember seeing the curvature of her chest and confirming in my head that she was female.
Afterwards I was sat back in the car with L. The cops dismissed the two unrelated white guys. While the cops were discussing the case next to the car we overheard them mention that it was a fake gun. For L it immediately made a lot of sense because you only have to rack the slide of a gun after loading it, and no gun owner would carry an unloaded or racked gun around.
One of the cops opened the door and told us that the gun was fake, then he asked us if we wanted to press charges. L agreed hastily, I was positive even though I didn’t think that it would make any difference. I had already won when I ambushed the teenager so I didn’t have anything to be vindictive about.
The girls were released and walked past the car to their white minivan. The 7-11 worker washed the milk off the curb. The cop which had primarily tended to us got back in his car.
He asked for our address as he pulled out of the parking lot, and got permission to drive there from a woman on the radio. Once we arrived he opened the doors for us and apologized about what had happened. He said that he felt bad for me because when he was in the academy, he had felt how much pepper spray hurt for himself. Then he showed us the “gun” and mentioned that the slide was damaged or broken or something. It was realistic even up-close. Finally he took pictures of our faces, backs and fronts, and made L fill out a piece of paperwork.
Afterwards I was happy to see panzer. We talked to a friend about it and l’s dad called him. I took a shower. Later that night neither of us could sleep at all. We stayed up past sunrise and had another call with one of l’s friends who was in japan for work.