I'll start.
So a close friend of mine (lets call him Mike) sells weed.
One night Mike and I as well as 3 other close friends were chilling in Mike's shed just smoking some blunts, having some fun. We get a call from another close friend, Tom, and he tells us he just got here and hes walking up to the shed. The shed door opens and I see a black kid walk in with his hood on and the strings tied real tight so I can't see his face. He was with another person (I just caught a glimpse of him at first, I assumed it was Tom). I assumed the black dude was our friend DeAndre since he chills with us sometimes and I was fine with that. DeAndre starts saying "Alright yo were the bud at?" I'm thinking that hes talking about the blunts we were passing around so I'm not paying much attention.
Keep in mind I'm pretty stoned at this point.
The dude starts getting physical with my friend Steven and I start wondering why Steven and DeAndre are beefing, they're pretty tight. Then it hit me. This isn't DeAndre. I look at the other dude and he's got a ski-mask and its not Tom. They're trying to rob us.
Dude keeps asking where the bud is and we tell him that its sitting right there on the table. He grabs it but doenst leave, keeps demanding more shit. Mike starts getting pissed and grabs an empty glass bottle about to swing it because this isnt the first time he'd been robbed. The other 4 of us are just sitting there bugging out. I keep thinking of what I should do. I truly did not want a fight to break out because I see the robber is keeping one hand in his pocket so he might have a knife, so I'm trying to calm Mike down. Finally the two dudes leave and they start booking it.
Tom walks into the shed a minute later and I tell him that we just got robbed. Tom and my friend Money (who was in the shed at the time) take off after them. I sit tight like a little coward just trying to cheer Mike up while I see Money and Tom chasing them. In the distance, I see them catch up and the black dude tries swinging. Mark ducks and goes for the tackle. Now this wasn't just any tackle, my man picked this dude up and slammed him on the ground, had his legs flailing and everything. Money comes up and puts this dude in a sleeper hold while Tom takes the bud and everything else he took out of the shed back. The dudes little partner in crime runs up and tries to swing a bong at Tom but he takes him down too. In the end, they had $400 of weed on them, a scale, and a bong. We got everything back.
I was so ashamed of myself. It was a 5v2 and we did nothing. We were all in a position to sucker punch them but we were shook. We didn't know if they were armed, didn't know if it was just them two (could've been more outside), and the weed had me paranoid. These are just excuses though so I see how I could be called a coward.
TL;DR: 4 friends and I were smoking in a shed when two dudes ran up and took $400 of weed and ran. Another friend showed up as it happened and got it back for us.