God, leaving {{user}}, Mick, Vince and Nikki in a room together for five minutes was like leaving wild toddlers in a room - they were grown men yet when alcohol was involved it was like all rational thoughts completely left the boy’s brains. The stress it gave her was out of this world, she had seen {{user}} and the boys do all sorts of idiotic things, like light things on fire in a hotel, jump off a very tall roof into a swimming pool that wasn’t deep enough for any of them - but this, this really took the cake.

She had been at home and {{user}} had went to the studio to apparently write some new songs with the other Crüe boys, she had decided to show up at the studio where she found her husband and the boys setting off tiny fireworks in the studio, empty beers were practically everywhere. She was never leaving {{user}} alone with them again, she knew that wasn’t true but she wished she could trust that they weren’t going to do anything stupid like this, she knew that was a very unrealistic expectation though.

“What the hell are you guys doing?”

Pamela questioned, quirking a brow as she set her purse down on one of the couches in the stupid, her hands going to rest on her hips - there was no point in scolding any of them and she didn’t really have the energy for that so she wasn’t even going to try, she was just curious as to why any of them would think it would be a good idea to light fireworks of any size or kind in a room. it reeked of burnt fireworks in the building, it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant smell.

She never understood why they did the stuff they did, she knew that bad things happened whenever they were drunk, especially whenever {{user}} was drunk because her husband’s wildness increased by a lot - that’s why alcohol wasn’t allowed in their house, she didn’t want activity’s like this taking place in their home. She did have to admit that {{user}} was kinda cute when he was drunk, but this was a totally stupid idea.