Roomate from the depths of Hell. Plz fix, thx.

I am around 3 months into my IBD career for a BB in NYC, and I have possibly the worst roommate of all time. As most of you know, the hours for a first-year analyst aren't great and the large learning curve makes life stressful. To make things worse, I didn't know anyone moving to NYC so I had to find my roommates on a Facebook group my aunt Jess showed me (used to do consulting so I thought she was on top of her shit).

Roommate 1: We will call him Steve ... background: Used to be the president of Sigma-Nu at The University of Tennesee - think one of the biggest chach meats at the school, so naturally he was selected to be a Smokey the Dog handler. He obviously can't get over his glory days of being "top dog on campus", so he frequently drinks half a liter of liquor AFTER WORK and proceeds to haze my other roommate and me heinously while we run and hide in fear (we will get back to that). 

Roommate 2: His name for this story will be Gilman. Came from a top-tier target school - think Harvard, Yale, Princeton, or Texas Tech --> Citadel, Blackstone, Merrill Lynch. Before you make your presumptions he is the nicest, most polite, and best guy around. He came from nothing and made it to Texas Tech on a scholarship granted by the Governor. 

Last Night:  Gilman and I were fast asleep in our respective rooms when Steve runs in at 2 am screaming like a Nazi Zombie from COD World at War. I jump up in my bed in fear and think "Please tell me my door is locked". Thankfully The first words I hear out of Steve's mouth are "Gillllllllllman bad day to not have a DOOR!" and "Daddy's been drinking and he got NO PLAY at the bar!". I kid you not Steve proceeded to rip off Gilman's door with a crowbar and started aggressively wrestling my poor kind friend. Gilman eventually got him out of his room at 4 am, so Steve began banging a large piece of metal with the crowbar until he passed out on the floor god knows when. 

Present: I am now delirious sitting at my parrot-eyes job with 0 hours of sleep attempting to go from Revenue to Gross profit an already strenuous task but in my current state... impossible. 

Thank you, Steve. 

Pls fix, thx.