Drinking in a cell.

When I was in my mid twenties I was pulling into my buddies after a lake day of drinking. Red and blue lights followed my Jeep Wrangler across the open field. Exiting my vehicle the officers caught up to me. No I was not running but quickly walking.  Placing me in the back of a cop car they took me to Seven Points Police Dept. Not for a DUI, but because my registration was out.  When booking me in they did not search my person very well at all.  Man was I lucky as I had a fifth of Jager in my pocket that I put in to my waistband of my boxers when changing.  In the cell I killed the entire bottle quickly and hid it the best I could. If they found it, I never heard a word.