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"Can you...hold on...just for a second..." Nikki pressed the receiver of the phone into his chest to muffle the sound, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"YOU HAVE BAD FUCKING TASTE, TOMMY! YOU HEAR ME!? YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?!" Vince screeched, standing on the couch as he stared down at Tommy, flipping Tommy off with both hands.

"YOU'RE BORING! YOU'RE A BASIC VANILLA BITCH! YOU. ARE. FUCKING. BLAND." Tommy retorted, several feet away from Vince. Their shouting match appeared to take up the whole room. "I JUST WANT ONE HALF OF THE PIZZA TO HAVE PINEAPPLE. JUST. ONE. HALF. FIFTY PERCENT."

"One third." Vince huffed, stomping a muddied sneaker-clad foot into the plush couch cushion.

"ONE. HALF. JUST ONE HALF. THE OTHER HALF CAN BE YOUR PLAIN ASS CHEESE."

"I want pepperoni too though!" Nikki chimed in, playing with the pale blue phone cord with one hand.

"Why don't we just order three pizzas?" Tommy asked in a calm voice that clashed with his previously angry tone, as if all his anger was gone in the blink of an eye

"WE DON'T HAVE THE MONEY FOR THREE DAMN PIZZAS! GET A FUCKING JOB IF YOU'RE THAT HUNGRY." Nikki snarled with a newfound rage, perhaps he had syphoned it from Tommy.

"FINE WE'LL DO THE STUPID ONE THIRD BULLSHIT!" Tommy screamed, kicking one of his cymbals over, "FUCK!"

"TOMMY GROW THE FUCK UP!" Nikki yelled. He turned around to resume the call with the poor pizza person attempting to take their order.

Tommy began punching a throw pillow on the couch, "NO!"

Nikki spoke calmly into the phone, "Hi! I'm back." He recited the order into the speaker. By the time he was finished with the order, Vince and Tommy had began new fight.

"SHUT UP YOU FUCKING SKINNY AS BITCH! YOU LOOK LIKE A GODDAMN PENCIL!" Vince screamed at Tommy.

"OH SHUT UP YOU BITCHY BARBIE DOLL SLUT!" Tommy retorted, "GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR...sexy platinum blonde hair...and those muscular arms...and toned body..."

"YOU GET OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR...gorgeous long legs...and that perfectly curled hair...and those sweet brown eyes that glimmer when you do that precious little dumbass smile..." Vince stepped closer to Tommy, grabbing the drummer by his tight mesh tank top and pulling him down to the singer's height.

Nikki slammed the phone down, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! JUST SHUT UP FOR FUCKING ONCE!"

Mick was observing them, snickering softly to himself as they fought. He had never seen such quality entertainment.

Vince and Tommy glared at Nikki for interrupting their moment

Nikki and Vince plunked down on the couch, with Tommy throwing himself over the two of them with his head in Nikki's lap. Each of them wore comically exaggerated, angry scowls.

Nikki grabbed the throw pillow Tommy had been punching earlier, "My grandma made this."

He slid it under Tommy's head with a cute, genuinely endearing smile.

Tommy made a happy chirr noise and nuzzled the pillow, "It smells like old people!" He said with a joyous fascination in his voice.

Nikki giggled, petting Tommy's teased hair.

"I want a pillow too!" Vince piped up.

Nikki grabbed another throw pillow and gave it to Vince.The blonde pressed the pillow against Nikki's shoulder and leaned against it, purring like a cat.