Were you always a good Dub when you went?
Hell, no. There were a lot of boys in my hall and we used to get into some stuff.
One summer at a DC in a Dog Race track in Taunton, MA, we found that the liquor store across the street would sell beer to the oldest-looking one of us. So we bought beer and brought it back into the assembly. We were working and had passes to all the back rooms and the like. We congregated in the underground walkway that the cashiers use to access the betting booths. We sat under there and drank ourselves silly.
One time, at the same DC, we took the beer and drank it beside the road at the edge of a field. Some local kids took exception (we littered). We flipped them off and chased them. They got some other friends and as we were walking back to the track, they did some dangerously close swipes by us with their car. They also flashed some knives. Actually, we stood up to them.
That was bit intense for my 15-yr-old suburban self - good little JW boys that we were.