Mallory sipped at his dark coffee, contemplating his life and looking at his phone. He checked eager and early bandmates was going soon for rehearsal on his messenger.

Mallory face-palmed and sighed frustratingly at his phone. He then decided to check on his most favorite person to badger, Don.

After Mallory giggled like an idiot, an aggressive knock on the door startled his good mood. He stood up and opened the door.

"Wh-"

Before he could ask the posh stranger what she wanted, he was slapped heavily. After he caught himself from the impact, he angrily yelled at the woman with sheer rage.

"What did I ever do to you?"

"You stole him from me!"

"What? Who?"

"You know who, you slut!"

She pulled his hair and pushed him outside. Mallory gritted his teeth and smacked her arm away. Other tenants peeked from their rooms to watch the fight start.

"You fucking satanist!" The posh woman growled, still not letting go of Mallory's hair.

"Excuse me? Before you stereotype me damn further, You Satan's mistress. Tell me what you are freaking-out about!"

The woman glared and hissed. "Don Vasco! He was mine!"

Mallory rolled his eyes in exasperation. "You can take him, I don't give a fuck!"

"You already took him!"

"What do you mean?"

Don coincidentally strolled in to the scene and then stopped still like a statue with japanese take-out on his hand. He wore a blank expression on his face, hiding his regret and shock. Mallory glared at him as the posh woman hugged Don all of a sudden.

"I'm fucked." Don sighed heavily to himself. He pushed the posh woman away and asked her seriously. "Fleur? What are you doing here?" The two then conversed intensely in french before Don called out to Mallory. "Mal, don't take her the wrong way. She just a.. big fan of mine"

"Oh really?" Mal shouted, fixing the messy hair from his face with his fingers.

"I was just hanging-out with her before so I can learn french, I swear to my ex-boss."

"Oh, alright. you swear to God." Mallory rebuked.

Fleur held Don's hands and asked desperately. "Who do you choose? Me or that transvestite?" Mallory mouthed fuck you to the girl as he crossed his arms.

"I apologize, Fleur, but I am witj Mallory now," Don told her.

She gasped and quickly turned her head angrily to Mallory. She pounced at him like a savage lion. Mallory scratched her face with his black nails as he swore all the curse words to her face.

Don shooed the crowd to their rooms as the two continued to fight to the death. After fully sure there are no witnesses, he abruptly pulled Fleur's head back and snapped his fingers on her face. The french girl became unconscious and fell to the floor with a loud thud.

The building's security guard came to the scene, late as always. Don adjusted his suit and approached them.

"What happened here?" the guard asked with pure confusion.

"Well, some random girl... which I assume is under the influence of alcohol, trespassed to this building and passed out. Can you take care of her, please?" Don said. The Guard looked at each other and nodded before they carried the woman away.

Mallory glared at Don, breathing heavily with his hair flying about. Don picked up the Japanese take-out from the floor and sighed. "...You're mad, aren't you?"

"Mad is an understatement," Mallory sharply said.

Don inched closer and spoke softly, "Look, I'm sorry. She was someone I met before you."

Mallory tilted his head in a certain angle to give a more skeptical stare and rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"Mal... You want the truth, I am giving you the truth. I swear, there will be no random woman coming here because of me," Don elucidated. "Everyone knows that I'm in a serious relationship now. That's why Fleur came here."

Don gave a pleading look and kneeled down with the Japanese take-out still in his hands, "Please forgive me?"

Mallory sees his bandmates in the distance, pushing each other like immature high school children. "Fine, I forgive you," he simply answered.

"Thank you, Mon Chéri," Don whispered gratefully after he kissed Mallory in the cheek.

"Just because the Japanese take-out is getting cold," Mallory added starkly as he swiped the take-out from Don's hands.