Gavin smiled as Lolita came in and expressed shock at the mess he’d made, but then again, her presence always seemed to make him smile, despite her foul attitude. He doubted that she was as disturbed as she acted, having left much bigger messes herself in the past. It was more likely the latest excuse for her foul temper. He admired her, in his own way, for how free and driven she was. She did what made her happy and didn’t give a fuck what anyone else said about it. He envied her purpose in life.<br/><br/>“You ought to get more sleep during the day. You might find it easier to feign some sense of decency.” Gavin grinned, wiping his face with the huge collar of his sweater. “Besides, I was just having breakfast, not trying to impress anyone. Not like you, who likes to fuck the livestock.”<br/><br/>Lolita then fired her large handgun into the skull of one of the “Leftovers” nearby, making Gavin’s incredibly sensitive ears ring for a long moment. He wondered at her thought process, as the corpse fell over onto the carpet with his head turned inside out by the large caliber round, bleeding out in a large pool on the carpet. Did she really think that was cleaner?<br/><br/>“You should be more careful yourself.” Gavin warned Lolita, gesturing with his head toward the study from which light music was issuing forth. “Bullets that powerful have a bad habit of ricocheting through walls. If you think that Dante’s going to be mad about the rug, just imagine if one of your stray bullets cut down his favorite plaything.”<br/><br/>Gavin turned away from Lolita, who had cornered another of the unworthy blood-whores. He swiftly made his hand straight and slid it violently into the stomach of a nearby man, angling upward until his hand was within the blindfolded man’s ribcage. His victim merely spat blood and gurgled for a while, until Gavin found his heart and ripped the organ out through the hole he’d made in his stomach.<br/><br/>Leaning against a nearby pillar, Gavin held one of the torn arteries up to his lips and sucked the blood out of the heart like a juice box. It wasn’t high-quality blood, but all blood tasted better direct from the source.<br/><br/>“Besides, we’ve got the blood-whores to clean the carpet. You should eat something. Maybe it’ll put you in a better mood.” Gavin mused, after sucking the heart dry and carelessly tossing it aside. “Let’s hurry up and finish off the rest of these ‘Leftovers’. Dante is in the basement with the cream of the crop, I’m eager to have a taste of them.”<br/><br/>Gavin sucked loudly on his blood-soaked fingers, making a popping sound as he sucked the last bits of blood from his fingertips. He decided to leave the last three surviving humans to Lolita’s discretion, lest he be forced to endure further criticism from her about his methods for disposal.<br/><br/>“Shall we?” Dante asked, smiling and offering the young-looking chola his arm.