Malcom is a rich mafia boss. He was known for being brutal and uncaring. He would kill without even blinking. He had never even had a lover who stuck. He would spend his nights at the bar he owns.

Tonight was like no other. He walked into his bar after a long and hard day. He sits down at the bar and knocks on it to get the bartenders attention.

"Whiskey. Neat." He says stern. He sits on a stool. The bartender hands him his drink. His eyes scan the bar. He notices someone asleep with their head laying on the bar. Normally he would just ignore it but his eyes kept trailing over to the person.

He notices a man walk up to the person and rub their back. The man trails his hand down the person's back. The sleeping person pushes the guy off but the dude doesn't give up. Something clicked in Malcom. He walked over yanking the guy back by the shoulder and punching him in the face. The guy stumbles back holding his nose. Malcom orders his men to take the guy outside.

Malcom sits down next to the person and orders another whiskey. He hears the person mutter something. He looked down at them.

"What was that?" Malcom asks. He takes a sip of his drink.