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Now, patting is a thing that Lee had never experienced before. As a kid, the scene of two men suddenly hugging each other, with their hand constantly patting on the other's back questioned him. When he asked the question to his mom, she told him to get away from them. She told that those that hug other people can only mean one thing, they are homos. She said that unless it is the opposite sex that hugging each other, then he should not hug another man. So Lee grew up, with the same thought that his mom had injected into his mind, painting it with the dark tone about homosexuality. Although he had become a little more open-minded through reading books about the Western Culture, the thought of being hugged by the same sex still bother him. It is bewildered for Lee, that the first person that hugged him in this weird nation was a male. And the thought of keeping his distance at least a few inches from Samson as Lee took his time to evaluate the person that he called friend’s sexuality.
Lee pulled his hand back, smirk. The feeling of awkward overtaken Lee, making him becoming more uncomfortable with this current situation.


[color=FFD700]“Yeah" [/color] Lee stops, scratching his head before bursting out a laugh. [color=FFD700] “Yeah, maybe I could use a rest." [/color]


So he made it to the table, avoiding all the eyes of the mob as he passes through them.And he saw it, a place where the people pick their drinks. The table is in the middle of the room, stacked with cases of bottles of liquid and a huge spill on the floor. But most of the drink Lee could saw is alcohol, with a huge variety. From the relatively expensive alcohol that only for the rich kid to taste to the low-weight that people like Lee could get knock out were all presented on the table. To Lee, it seems everyone just decided to bring their alcohol to the party. And they just stack the case upon each other, until it reaches a surprising height. Although there are many alcohols, there seems to be no water presented. But Lee did not come here to drink water, he comes here to pick up some beer. 

Looking through various brand as their name floating over his head, Lee constantly shaking his head as he barely recognized these brand. He wants having something that will ease him a little bit, something that could deliver him momentarily from this place. And he saw it, a 640 ml Tiger packed in an amber color glass bottle. This is the kind of beer that Lee had known and tasted before. And so he reaches it using his left hand. As Lee's index finger encircled the bottle, he felt a sudden pain before it subsided from the cold atmosphere of the bottle that he is holding. Lee opens the bottle cap and slowly drinking the bitter liquid inside the bottle. He felt his head become slower, his voices stretched out on the syllables, and his vision became a blur. After bumping into a few dozens of people or more, Lee encountered Samson. Lee smiles, shaking his head while tilting over to one side before regaining his normal position.


[color=FFD700]“So, whaatt doo yoou haave? Finding anything interesting? [/color]