On Security. (On being Maced)

Dammit.
Last night we all went to Kiki's, a larger Frenchman's house for drinks and dinner. We left around 1AM and went to a dance of sorts. The party was in what we would call a rec center, with loud techno blaring, and many kids between 16 and 25ish. We got to the front door and were met with a 6E cover.
Time to make a plan.
I decided to take the hit and pay, so the little rascals could sneak in past the rent a cop security. It worked, a little. Jack, who is proving to be surprisingly smooth, got in like he was a super model at Studio 54. The Irish on the other hand stuck out like Woody Harrelson in White Man Cant Jump. So me and Jack go in, looking for the son of our friend who had told us of the party. Security comes over and checks us for stamps. I'm clear, Jacks out.
I decide to head outside and re-plan operation sneak in to the rural disco at the rec center. Hudson and the Irish arent blending very well. Sacha is lurking about. I head back in and they flank the building to try and get in the back, as we can see Jacks made it back inside.
I join him, and security comes again, repeat first encounter.
Strike two.
We head towards Sachas car and are chatting, deciding what to do, etc. The lot of security approaches and begins telling us in French to get out. We play dumb and give'em the whole language barrier act. One makes it very clear- "You leave now."
"Right, OK, Merci Bo-cooo Mon Cheri!"
However, Sacha, being the clown that he is, has wandered back toward the building leaving the 5 of us at the car. The rentals get louder. One pulls out a can of mace. Crunch time. I ask if any speak German and one does. I tell him we dont have the key, while attempting repeatedly to show him by pulling the locked handle. I point to Sacha and say he has it, and begin walking toward him. The German speaker grabs my shoulder to escort me. Polite.
"Sacha, these clowns arent foolin, we gotta make a move"
Cold shoulder
"Really, its funny, but its not, they're about to mace us."
"No they arent, they've no right, this isnt America"
(I decided not to give him the "Security is Security" act and continue)
"Sacha. Lets go."
He finally begins to head toward the car, and makes a remark to one of the guards.
The guard shoves him.
He shoves back.
The other come over and Im in a B-line for the car.
Matt and I are almost in the car, Sasha fighting with a rental and his muzzled German Shepard, and the near guard sprays Matt right in the face. The fumes hit all of us.
We get in the car.
I see Sacha get kicked, and chased up the street with the dog.
Solid. 
Hudson and I yell for Sacha to get in the car. He says he can't drive from also getting sprayed. And that the police are in route.
Great. Perfect.
Hudson, Jack, and I decided that with our limited French that we should leave the scene. We wonder around the street for 2 hours. The cops come, the ambulance comes, we debate going back, hitching home, or walking. Eventually we return and Bird, our house mother it seems, picks us up in the mini-van.
4 AM, bed.
Well, at least we didnt have to start working at 630 today.
Sachas going to get the car now, and I'm going back to bed.
Tres bon