Peter, Micky, and Mike had hightailed it down to the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh. Something told them that Davy had went there. Peter knew what Davy was capable of when he was this livid and revenge was one of those things. He hoped that Davy wouldn't sink to that level.

Sure enough, there was Davy banging away on piano keys as everyone in the vicinity covered their ears and with faces of disgust. Peter looked on in horror as the appalled club owner approached Davy and pulled him off the piano bench. The guys made their way to the backstage area to listen to the conversation transpiring.

"Peter, what are you doing out there? I hired you to play the piano not destroy it," the owner said.

"Sorry, Mr. Van Gogh Gogh. I thought you knew that piano wasn't my strong suit," Davy replied innocently.

"It's Mr. Bailey and I've heard you play before."

"Haven't you ever heard the phrase buy or beware," Davy answered.

"Get out of my club and don't come back!"

Davy strolled towards the door, where the others were waiting for him, with a smug smirk on his face.

"Davy, what are you doing?" Mike asked dumbfounded.

"Yeah, Davy, you ruined this opportunity for me and for the group itself ever playing here again," Peter added.

"Exactly! You wreck my life with that absurd wish, then I'm going to return the favor," Davy said walking out the door.

"Where are you going now?" Micky called after him.

"To cause devastation and destruction," Davy yelled back.

"Should we follow him?" Micky asked.

"It's up to you, Pete," Mike said.

"Let him go blow off steam. Hopefully that satisfies him and we can figure all this out," Peter answered unconvincingly. He was worried about how else Davy was planning to ruin his reputation. Despite the worry though, he knew that following Davy was pointless. Once the Brit was determined there was no stopping him. That's what concerned Peter the most.

Hours later, Micky and Mike were trying to keep Peter's mind occupied by playing cards. Peter could not focus too much, but he appreciated their efforts. He could always count on his friends in times of distress.

Micky had just tried to shuffle and cards were flying everywhere, when the front door opened and Davy sauntered inside. Peter noted that he had a cut above his eyebrow and tears in his clothes.

"What happened to you?" Mike exclaimed.

"None of your business!" Davy snapped.

"This is my business!" Mike scolded. "Now look I understand that you're angry with Peter, but we are all doing our best to figure this out. By damaging Peter's reputation you aren't fixing anything for yourself."

"I know that. I thought by making Peter experience stress, I would get him back for this. And it did alleviate some of my rage, since I got into a fight at the music store…" Davy got quieter toward the end.

"You WHAT?!" Peter yelled. Peter was known as a pacifist and the idea of people that they knew thinking he was capable of violence was almost too much to bear. "Why?"

"Some guys were there bad-mouthing the maracas and tambourine, saying you didn't need 'real talent' to play those. I may have gotten carried away," Davy said carelessly.

"Davy, now you've gone too far! I was giving you time and space to adjust to things, but now I'm the one who is enraged. Two can play at this game" Peter stood and stormed out the front door.

"Where do you suppose he's going?" Davy questioned.

"I don't know, man, but you really did it this time," Micky said.

"Wherever he's going, this won't end well," Mike added.

"AND STAY OUT!"

The bouncer threw Peter out of the Jukebox Nightclub. He assumed that it was easier to throw him out with his smaller stature. "You pretty tough with a fist in your hand," Peter slurred. He had had way too much to drink. He stumbled in the direction of the pad which was about a block away.

Peter struggled with the knob once he got home. As he continued to try to get the key in the lock, the door opened and he fell inside on the floor. He rolled over and was staring up at Mike's scowling face.

"Hiya Mike! Thanks I couldn't figure out this door," he slurred.

"Are you drunk?" Mike demanded.

"Oh no no!" Peter hiccupped and then motioned Mike to come closer and tried to whisper, "I am drunk. Just don't tell Mike."

"Man, what the hell happened to you?" Mike asked noticing that Peter looked worse for wear. He had a black eye and cuts and bruising all over his face, not to mention his shirt was ripped in half.

"Yes! What in the BLOODY HELL happened?!" Davy appeared out of the bedroom looking furious. "What did you do to my beautiful face?"

"Well, I may have hit on some other guys girlfriends at a club…they may have not liked that so much and beat me up."

"Didn't that hurt?" Micky asked.

"It was worth the pain," Peter said darkly.

"Why would you do a thing like that?" Davy inquired.

Peter sat up with a glower, "Hmm, gee I don't know. Maybe trying to ruin the reputation of one David Jones." He seemed to sober up a bit with that statement. "You interfere with my life, I interfere with yours. An eye for an eye."

Davy was beginning to turn red. "And what did you think you'd accomplish by doing that," he taunted. "Those injuries will heal in a few weeks and your musical reputation will be forever soured at the Vincent Van Gogh Gogh. Hell you may even gotten me some dates lined up for the future."

"Yes, true. Although when Daphne hears about your wandering eye she will break up with you on the spot. How do you like that?"

Davy's face contorted. "Daphne broke up with me a few days ago," he said quietly and slammed the door to the bedroom.

Mike and Micky took that opportunity to rush upstairs and avoid anything else that might happen.

Peter sat shamefaced. Daphne had not been over since the night of the wish. Peter had assumed that Davy wasn't inviting her over due to the circumstances. Of course he's so angry! Davy was broken up with and then right afterward this switch occurred. Peter needed to make this right in the morning and he knew just who could help him.