..." Dwight spluttered.
"Choi Lee Kwan," Lee corrected with a polite smile," but Lee is fine."
Lee looked definitely different then in the m. He was wearing jeans,
sneakers and a skin tight marine-blue T-shirt revealing his siorso
tradig the nerdy impression he had made during his visit at Dwight' s
office.
"Uhm ... Lee, these guys are Chud Mike," Dwight introduced his buddies to
the Korean who took his sun-glasses off.
"Pleased to meet you," Lee nodded.
"You like a drink?" Mike asked.
"Bourbon would be nice," Lee replied.
"I ... I didn' t expect you in a gay b ... uhm in a place like that," Dwight was
still trying to catch his balance.
"Well off-duty, we enjoy our life, isn' t it," Lee grinned casually
putting his arm around Dwight' s waist.
"Y-yeah sure," Dwight looked at Lee openly fused. Chud Mike were
grinning. Dwight didn' t know what to do. They were here to take on Brock
Rowley and now he was hit on by an Asian, whom he didn' t even know for a
day.
"Uhm ... excuse me, I' ve to take a leak," the Sergeant wriggled from Lee' s
embrad turowards the toilets.
Chud Mike were snickering. Dwight was usually not shy and to see him in
a predit was a rare moment.
"You know, there is a dark room over there as well, if you want some privacy
..." Mike told Lee with a vicious grin.
"Thank you, that' s good advise," Lee put his dark glasses on, gri the
two marines and walked across the bar room.
"Well -- I guess, that leaves the two of us to have a date with Brock," Chuck
grinned.
"You have a problem with that?" Mike asked.
"Me?!" Chuck raised his eye-brows, "Are you joking? I could hahat
fucker on my own."
"Big mouth," Mike laughed.
When Dwight left the toilet he heard a low whistle from the dark room,
despite the loud music. Surprised he