The movie had been disturbing.
Very disturbing. And the fact that Airi’s favourite part had consisted of an innocent man being hacked to death with an ax, only troubled Vianna further. But. BUT. Despite the slight worry for her friend’s mental health, triggered by her enthusiasm over the movie’s most violent scenes, Vianna enjoyed it. Patrick Bateman was an interesting character; a performer, a deeply troubled but intelligent man. And he would certainly become an unforgettable in the girl’s mind.

“Wow.”
Vianna blinked at the TV screen as the credits began to roll, her eyebrows raised high on her forehead. “That was… slightly frightening. But… bloody amazing,” she concluded, turning to Airi with large blue eyes before her expression broke into a smile. Wow. WOW.

By now, enough time had passed for Vince to return to consciousness, and he was pleasantly surprised to find himself with two girls draped over him like he was some sort of huge body pillow. Well, only one girl excited him. The other he’d rather do without. And for this reason, the boy casually stretched, pretending to be in a deep sleep. In the process, he shoved Vianna so far to the edge of the bed, the girl almost rolled to the floor; while his other arm remained perfectly content under Airi’s weight, though his hand re-adjusted to rest on her thigh, his fingers just very slightly slipping under her nightgown.

Snore.

“Bloody git! Even asleep he’s annoying,” muttered an irritated Vianna as she sat up straight on the bed, glaring down at her brother’s seemingly sleeping face.



Like Vianna, Victor was disturbed. Unlike Vianna, Victor did not enjoy the movie.
Just what the hell did Mondai see in that creepy git Bateman that had her squealing so delightedly on almost every scene? As the title of the movie revealed already, the man was a psychopath. And a serial killer, for Circe’s sake! Who knew the seemingly-innocent girl had such a taste for… dark, twisted things?

Victor was distracted running a mental analysis over Bateman’s character when he felt something suddenly cling on to him for dear life. He’d almost forgotten Ned was there with him, having been so consumed by the movie and the girls’ reaction to it. “What the bloody hell are you doing? Wake up, Hall!” With one effortless wave of his arm, the boy knocked his friend off himself and onto the dirt floor.

“We’ve lost Vince,” he reported, as if this was a military mission they were on and his brother had been taken away by the enemy. “And Mondai and my sister have developed a sick attraction for American murderers…”