Last Saturday me and my boyfriend has a few people over including my best friend and two of my boyfriends childhood friends. My best friend is in her later teens just graduated and is a beer a day, hold down two fifths kinda trooper. Boyfriend likes to drink but blacks out and cant drink liquor. Other two "friends" both ex-heroine addicts subsequently replacing the addiction with alcohol. One well call friend Eyy, Eyy is a heavier drinker than my friend. Eyy has relapsed in the last month and is seeing a childhood girlfriend, again, who is a junkie and just got back from rehab in Florida. Eyy is a fifth a night kinda guy. Third is friend Bee, I haven't known Bee for a long time, he likes to drink and is self hating. I like to drink but since I moved out on my own i don't get wasted, I have been maybe once.
We were having a good time, I was drinking a four loco, best friend was sipping a four loco, boyfriend, Eyy and Bee were drinking a beer. Eyy pulls out a half gal of Sevdka, some rank ass vodka (purple bottle). Defintanly said dont ley my boy have any if that, he had it anyway after my four loco I went to bed and took a nap. How ever later I was rudely awoken by a little green plastic laundry basket to the back, boy friend drunk as fuck stumbling all over, after apperently falling down the stairs, carried by Eyy + Bee. They threw him on the bed and bestfriend says he needs to lay down hes drunk and i said i tod you so. After finally getting him to go to sleep and chasing him up and down our stairs I started to relax and went upstairs to get a drink Eyy Bee and bestfriend were watching Bill Hicks a comedian. I went downstairs and laid down but couldnt fall asleep and just laid there listing to the upstais where Eyy, Bee and bestfriend. After everything finally calmed down i though everyone had gone to sleep, I started to drift in and out of sleep till i heard some glass shatter and i went upstairs to see what got dropped. I have a double sidded fireplace (glass dorrs on both sides, basicly the wall between two rooms.) and Eyy had a fire in it so big it shattered the glass on one side. This isn't my house this is my childhoods bestfriends recently deceased grandmothers house. I'm good friends with my childhood bestfriends mom so she lets me and my boyfriend stay here and pay bills so she can get the things out with easy time. Needless to say I was running around going mad crying the whole shabang.. No clue what the bloody hell to do Eyy saying " It got a little outta control" and other phrases such as "stop crying", "i got it it is under controll", "go back downstairs". Then boyfriend, who Eyy inebriated and let fall down the stairs who knows how many times, comes upstairs "hey dont tell my girl what to do" then proceeds to tell me to go downstairs while the fire is starting to go out but still red hot and on fire in many places. I kept running back and forth trying to put it out. It went out I took my xnax and went to bed. Next day i woke up at noon and I seen the house and was just starting swearing and all three house guests were gone. Called bestfriend and she didnt anwser.
Never again fuck the house guests and boyfriend is never drinking again.