"That’s disgusting!" spat an irate Ashley. Crumpling the latest design for the (or rather her) VIP suite, tossing it at a bored Kyla.

Construction was nearing complete. It’s taken just under seven months. The building was up. Staffing and decor were their main concerns now.

"What? Don’t you girls love shit like this?" Glen obviously confused by his boss friend. She was his friend when his efforts proved valuable and an idiot the remainder of the time. "I actually thought I’d get a treat for that." He even did research. He went all out; studying all the romantic hallmark clichés.

Kyla unruffled said design, and gestured a puking motion. "Seriously Glen?" kindly setting the design on the coffee table in front of her. "I think I threw up a little bit in my mouth."

"Show me! Show me!" Brianne’s voice chirped, her physical attendance lacking due to pressing matters with a new artist’s album release tour upstate. Through the magics of technology, the trio were able to accommodate and give Brie her ‘say’.

"Remove it from my sight!" was Ashley’s royal proclamation.

Kyla rolled her eyes, her sister always such a diva, she continued sipping her coffee, whilst scanning it over to email to Brie

"What’s wrong with it?" Glen asked. Always looking to improve himself to better suit his girls. "It’s romantic."

Ashley scoffed. "It’s like arts and crafts day in kindergarten class, and cupid decides to drop in and just explode," throwing her hands in the air for dramatic effect. "Blood splattering left and right. Drenching everyone and thing in his cold blood."

"Red is a romantic colour!" Glen argued, violently grabbing the design from the table and looking it over.

"Hey don’t ruin it! I want to be surprised!" complained Brie, "I wanna barf a little too!"

"It’s the colour of blood!"

"Hearts are red," Glen lamely refuted.

"Not Ashley’s," Kyla mumbled into her coffee, masking her voice in a lower tone. "Who said that?!" Kyla aimed a grin at her sister, whilst setting her coffee down.

Ashley accustomed to her sister’s craziness, brushed it aside and continued her furious ranting at Glen. "And the scattered body parts?" pointing out the headless lamps and random child head like bedposts. "The scattered body parts of children!" she declared. Yes, it only confirmed her theory depicting Cupid’s suicidal massacre of children.