ugh. drunken idiots.

In my previous blog I said I didn't care that the boys were coming over and I meant it. At the start of the night it was pretty fun. I got to hit 3 grown men with a baton. They even bent over. Er'.. Yeah. Jono and Jarrod were pretty wasted after six beers. Not sure about Stephen since he's stupid 24/7 and you can't tell the difference between sober and drunk in regards to him. Anyways, moving on.
We decided to have some vodka. I was game; but I only had a glass. I didn't want to make an ass of myself. Christen didn't drink cause he's sick. Poor thing. D: Anyways. I thought Jono had only had one glass of Vodka and OJ. But then we saw the bottle and.. well.. there was like 1/4 left. o_O;
Jono and Jarrod always start each other; but they know it's a joke. This time, however; things went too far. Jarrod continuously stirred Jono and that resulted in Jono getting pretty pissed.
So; he decided he wanted to go home and was going to drive. Luckily he'd left his keys on the table so I picked them up and pocketed them; as I always do when they start talking about going for drives. Usually it's Jarrod who says it and I know he's just stirring me, but it can't hurt to be too safe. Jarrod kept stirring and then Jono decided to try and fight him. Stephen held him back and then Jono turned to me and was like..
Jono: Can I have my keys please?
Me: Uh. No. You're not driving drunk. End of story.
Jono: Give me my fucking keys. I don't care if I get caught it's my fucking right.
Me: How about you stop being so fucking selfish and think of your friends you fucking idiot. If we let you go and drive drunk and you have an accident, it'll be on our conscience.
Jono: Jarrod's driven drunk before.
Me: And if I knew he was going to, I would've taken his keys too.
Jono: Give me my keys.
Me: If you can get someone to drive you home, I'll give them your keys and you can come and get your car in the morning.
Jono: What's the difference between me driving and someone else?
Me: THE DIFFERENCE IS YOU'RE FUCKING DRUNK AND THEY'RE NOT. FUCK.

And it went on like that for about half an hour. He didn't know my mum, so he doesn't understand how stubborn I am.
Anywho. He was like 'I'll walk home.' And he started walking Stephen comes in and is like 'He's already left the street and is going home, can I have his keys?'
I gave them to him and then Jono comes back in. With. His. Keys. :| I was pretty fucking shitty at this point.
1 problem for Jono was that Glen was parked behind him (Thank you God). So then Jono was like 'Move your car Glen.' Of course, Glen refused and Jono then proceeded to threaten to ram into Glen's car etc'. He was calling us all cunts lol. YEAH I'M A CUNT FOR TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. UGH, DICK.
Then Glen said something and Jono misheard it and then tried to start Glen. Stephen and Jarrod grabbed him and Jono punched Jarrod in the ribs. It sounded like it hurt. So then Jono walks off to the BP; which is like 5 minutes away and Jarrod goes after him, with Stephen trailing behind just incase. Christen, Glen and I were like. 'Jesus Christ, drunken idiot.'
So Jono comes back and Jarrod and Glen have to literally carry him upstairs and to the kitchen sink to wash the blood off his hands cause he'd cut his hands from clenching his fists and then punching some inanimate object.
Stu; some random person I'd met like twice then showed up and took Jono home. Thank God. Then I cleaned up, Glen and Jarrod took Stephen home and we all went to bed.
Jono came in the morning to get his car and didn't even appologise for ruining everyone's night. He acted like a total dick. I'm pretty sure he hates me, but whatever. If he stops being my friend cause I was doing the right thing, he's not a friend worth keeping.

Goodbye, Vodka. Hello, sanity.