Utterly Insane (Patrick Bateman x Reader)

Chapter 6- Paul Allen

A few days after Patrick and Y/n's dinner, he was able to secure a dinner with Paul Allen even though he rather chew off his own foot than have dinner with Allen. Patrick walks into Texarkana, an expensive Tex-Mex restaurant with southwestern decor with a mix of cowboy art littering the walls, and Mexican music playing across the place.

"Marcus Halberstam for two at seven." Patrick says as he approaches the hostess. The Hostess nods and motions Patrick to follow her to the table. As they get closer to the table, they are able to hear Paul arguing with the waiter.

"No, I want to know. Okay, I came here for the cilantro crawfish gumbo, which is after all the only excuse one could have for being in this restaurant which is, by the way, almost completely empty." Paul Allen explains motioning to the almost empty restaurant as Patrick sits across from him.

"I'm very sorry, sir." The waiter apologized and before he could give a reason Patrick spoke out.

"J&B straight, and a Corona." Patrick states.

"Would you like to hear-" The Waiter tries to speak, but Paul interrupts him.

"Double Absolut martini." Paul says not sparing a glance to the waiter.

"Yes, sir." The waiter replies, already done with the table. "Would you like to hear the specials?" He asks Patrick.

"Not if you want to keep your spleen." Patrick says making the waiter walk away.

"This is a real beehive of activity, Halberstram. This place is hot. Very hot." Paul sarcastically says crossing his arms across his chest.

"Listen, the mud soup and charcoal arugula are outrageous here." Patrick tries to explain about the restaurant he chose.

"Yeah, well, you're late." Paul looks at his watch.

"Hey, I'm a child of divorce. Give me a break." Patrick looks at the bar across from them. "I see they've omitted the pork loin with lime Jell-O."

"We should've gone to Dorsia. I could have gotten us a table." Paul leans in whispering the last part.

"Nobody goes there anymore." Patrick looks around. "Is that Ivana Trump? Jeez, Patrick, I mean Marcus, what are you thinking? Why would Ivana be at Texarkana?" He says to himself. "So, wasn't Rothschild originally handling the Fisher account? How'd you get it?"

"Hell, I could tell you that, Halberstram, but then I'd have to kill you." Paul laughs while Patrick grins and nods his head.

Later in the night, Patrick moves his food around not wanting to take a bite as he observes a very drunk Paul Allen. "I like to dissect girls. Did you know I'm utterly insane?" He smiles.

Paul sways around. "Nice tan, Marcus. Really impressive. Where do you tan?"Paul slurs.

"Salon." Patrick shrugs his shoulders.

"I've got a tanning bed at home. You should look into it. And...Cecilia, how is she? Where is she tonight?" Paul asks.

"Cecilia is...well, you know Cecilia. I think she's having dinner with um...Evelyn Williams." Patrick makes up.

"Evelyn. Great ass. Goes out with that loser Patrick Bateman. What a dork." Paul says making Patrick grin at him.

"Another martini, Paul?" Patrick asks as Paul nods his head.

"You know, I heard Evelyn has been hanging out with Mr. Cartier's daughter, Y-Y-" Paul stutters trying to remember the girl's name.

"Y/n." Patrick says.

"Yes, Y/n. Shy young thing. You know when she was introduced as the next CEO of C&E Firm, I thought they were joking around. I bet you she never went to college." Paul then takes a swing of his drink. "But I'll give her this, a nice body like hers and an innocent face, I bet she's still a virgin. But it's what most men say "Virgin pussy is the best pussy" and I'll like to be the person to claim it." Paul says not noticing Patrick's hand forming into fist.