Malik

Malik was at the bar, chatting it up with some of his guests when all the sudden he saw Byron in front of him. The next thing he knew, the bones in his cheek and nose shattered. He growled as the pain of them healing was greater than the blow itself. He straightened himself and waved off the bouncers. “It’s alright, I’ll handle this.” He turned and looked at Vanessa who was clumsily pushing her way through the gawking crowd, then back to Byron. “You and me, outside.”