That Yale Thing: A Patrick Bateman x Luis Carruthers Story

The Restaurant: Escape 2 Dorsia

"Wait, I recognize this song," Patrick whispered as he listened to the song. As Luis started to speak, Patrick quickly placed a finger to his mouth; he needed to be quiet for this. 

To the other patrons at the restaurant, the music was grating to the ears. The owner had only ever played songs that were pitched up and sped up. If they ever requested a calm song for their dinner date or a cheerful song for an after-church breakfast, the only thing they would receive would be images of Japanese animation with songs that sounded like the Chipmunks. To Luis and Patrick, however, the music was beautiful. It was popular with the youth, after all, and who could hate something popular?

"BTR was a spectacular debut for Big Time Rush. I thought the throwback to early boy bands with their dance-pop style was very subtle. The messages they share are meaningful. 'Worldwide' is not only about how much the group loves their girlfriends but also an exploration of the Industrial Revolution and its impact on globalism as well as capitalism." 

Luis drew a hand to his heart and sighed. "You are so insightful, Patrick." 

"I know."

Suddenly, the front door of "Dorsia" burst open. The glass nearly broke and the metal frame vibrated. The patrons in the restaurant, including Patrick and Luis, turned to see the figure but the lobby was obscured. The hostess, who was berating the cooks for not microwaving the chicken wings fast enough, rushed to her booth.

"Hello, sir! What would you like?" She was huffing, out of breath from both her yelling and her rushing. 

"E-excuse me, sir?" 

Patrick was starting to sweat heavily after hearing the obscured figure's voice. He couldn't understand why the voice scared him so much. 

"We should go, Luis..." 

"We can't leave yet, Patrick. You still haven't gotten your Moons Over My Hammy," Luis consoled. The pair waited for the obscured figure's next response. 

The hostess briefly left her booth to head back to the kitchen. "KARL! I think I need your help with translating."

A minute later, a young man in a grease-stained t-shirt and black slacks walked out with the hostess. He made his way to the booth where the obscured figure stood. 

"Hello, sir. How may I help you?", the young man politely asked. 

" I see, I see." The young man then began to speak in the obscured figure's language.

The restaurant was dead quiet as the conversation continued. Why did the man enter so aggressively? Why does he not speak in a way that could be understood? The young man then left the lobby and entered the dining area. He lifted his arms up as one would when under arrest.