DD loves a good time. She plumped for the party halls at uni out of fear of being stuck with people who didn't like going out.
We dropped her off in her flat; 4 boys, 4 boys, mix of ethnicities from all over the country, had a bit of a chat with the parents, all nice normal people.
She phoned the next day. I said, "Were they wild enough for you then?" She went a bit quiet, then told me that everyone had gathered in the living room and basically produced the drugs they had brought with them, all except her and one muslim boy. And that basically set the tone for the year.
DD had quite a problem with weed at uni. Her friends were more into ket and coke and mdma. One lad is basically brain fried now. One lives in a smart penthouse flat and showed her a suitcase of money he had earned from dealing.
I sent her to uni with dark blue ikea plates. They all got broken because they were the best ones for chopping a line of coke on. They had a big long table in her flat for the eight of them. One night one of the boys found a bag of coke behind a cistern in a very dodgy club and laid a line the whole length of it for everyone to partake. Their flat was the party flat and always full of people.
Honestly the stories she told me.