I rushed over to store as quickly as I could. I left my damn keys in the store and I couldn't even get into my house.
I noticed Connor, Al and Mal all standing at the front of the store. Al opened his mouth releasing a greyish coloured smoke from his lips.
"You've got to be kidding me," I said to myself now breaking into a sprint.
I stopped in front of them but they didn't seem to care at all. Al brought the joint to his lips and took a long drag, while he stated at me with his blood shot golden eyes.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?"
"Smoking," he answered.
I looked to Connor, but noticed he was smoking a cigarette instead of a joint. I looked to Mal, with scowling eyes.
"You're smoking weed on my property!"
"We'd be smoking hash if we could afford it," Mal pointed out.
"But someone doesn't pay us enough," Al added in.
"I hired you to take care of my store! Not smoke weed and get high!"
"I'm actually not high, but Mal is," said Al.
I opened my mouth to yell at him some more but Connor interrupted me. "You'd better check on Leo and Ezio."
I looked at the three confused. Connor dropped his cigarette and squashed it with his foot. He gestured me to the door.
I swung open the door releasing the annoying bell sound. My jaw dropped. I was gone for two hours and the place was totally trashed. All the wine had been consumed, things were on the floor.
"WHHEEEEEEN THE MOOM HITS YOUR EYE!" Ezio began singing, coming out from behind the cash register.
"LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE!" Leo continued, opening the storage room door.
They both reeked of alcohol. I glared at both of them, who couldn't stop laughing and hiccuping.
"You guys think this is so funny!?" I yelled, looking out the window to the three boys.
I stalked over to the pile of wine glasses and began hurling them towards the window.
"I WORK MY ASS OFF EVERYDAY JUST SO I CAN GET FOOD!"
I continued to rant on while throwing every breakable object at the window. I let out annoyed screams while opening the cash register and collecting my money plus my keys, oblivious that the five men were laughing at me.
After about an hour or so, well past midnight, my voice began sour from screaming so much. I looked at the chaos around me. The four boys were standing in front of me, Ezio and Leo less intoxicated than before.
I glared at all of them, "lets go to the bar."
They all cheered, except Connor and Al, agreeing. We walked down to the bar, and ordered drinks after drinks. I wish I knew what happened next but I pasted out cold.
FML