In my experiences, (ive had more than a few) if its a Sheriff thats dealing with the problem, your going to be OK. They've got way more important things to deal with, and don't really give a fuck about blazing, drinking, partying or whatever. They just tell you to stop. When you get the bottom of the pile traffic cops, thats when the Douche-baggery begins.
I feel I should drop my cool cop story now though too!
So... I when I was 19, I lived with this kid who was a complete shiester. Addicted to coke, silver-tongued, could get anything he wanted. Anywho, he brought up the brilliant idea of stealing a brand new HDTV out of a model house in a suburb out in BFE. So, as the dumbfucks we were then, we went along with it. Amazingly we actually did it, crammed a fucking 52 inch HDTV in the back of my 626 with 4 other people in the car, it was unreal.
Fast forward a couple days, me and my homie are getting all drunk at a friends apartment when the urge for JBC's hit us. We called up my other friend to come pick us up so we didn't have to drive drunk. He rolls up and asks to use my car cuz he had no gas, no problem I thought. So I hop in the backseat and off to Wendy's we go. So we blaze out the car on the way there and on the way back just to kill the weed my friend had on him, good fucking thing. As we pull back into the apartments, I notice a car trailing us pretty close. Couple minutes later, BOOM, lights and sirens. Acting quick, the kid in the passenger seat unwraps a JBC, sticks the pipe in the middle of the fucking sandwich, and wraps it back up (brilliant!). Cop comes and gets all of our info, asks why I wasn't driving (told him I was tired from work all day) and heads back to his car. Couples minutes later the cop pulls me out of the car to show me why I had been pulled over. Turns out Shiester from the TV incident had slung mud all over my plates in an attempt to cover them up. Fucking awesome.
Anyway, the cops were pretty chill about it. He asked if we'd been getting into any mischief and if we'd been smoking. He ends up just making me take my beanie off and using it plus my beloved Dr. Pepper, to clean off the plates. I had to admit that was pretty hilarious. So he tells us to get back in our car and he'd give us our licenses back, chill.
So he makes us wait in the car for another 15 minutes, then brings our licenses back to me and the kid in passenger. We're thinking WTF why didn't the kid who was driving get his back? Wait another 5, and the cop comes back to give the driver his license back.
So he comes up to the window and asks:
"So are you Zack?"
He responds "Yah,"
"So Zack, why is it that you have a warrant out in Texas for homicide?"
Blank stare..... Cop waits a couple seconds..
"Nah, Im just fuckin with you guys, be safe and have a good night"
Needless to say I was backseat, stoned and drunk, shitting myself this whole time. All of this and they just let us go.