Who: Derrick and Lee
When: Late night
What: Derrick shows Lee the back door.
Rating: PG

Lee cranes his neck trying to see across the top of the crowd. He can't remember where he saw the bathrooms earlier and the crush of people on the dance floor keep him from getting his bearings. The hot guy he's been flirting with all night had whispered in his ear to meet him in the bathroom in five minutes and Lee's time is running out fast. Giving up on figuring it out he starts to push through the crowd toward the nearest wall, hoping he can just work his along the outside until he found his destination.

When he'd left the Dragon's Lair earlier that week he'd had no intention of returning, seeing no need to patronize a bar with an asshole for an owner but something had drawn him here after dark and he had found the selection of prospective hook-ups to be quite enticing. Luckily the asshole's bouncer was as dim as he was big and his fake ID had slipped by unnoticed.

Reaching past one last groping couple his fingers find the wall and to his delight he sees the small hallway with the bathrooms just at the end of the bar and slips into the open space.

Derrick had spotted the boy a few minutes ago when he was dancing with one of the Lair's regular customers. Now he sees him moving along the wall toward the bathrooms and is reminded of the offer made to him earlier that day so he's pretty sure what the kid might be up to. Quickly making his way toward the hallway, Derrick steps in front of the boy, blocking his way.

"And where do you think you're going?" asks Derrick.

Lee stumbles backward but quickly regains his footing. "Was planning on taking a piss, if you don't mind," he says, trying to push past the other man.

"As a matter of fact..." Snaking his arm around the boy's waist, Derrick prevents him from passing. "I do mind."

"Wouldn't have pegged you for one to be into golden showers," he grumbles moving closer despite his aggravated tone.

Derrick does look amused as he glares at Lee. "You think you're pretty cute, don't ya kid?"

"I'm stunning. Now can I go?" Lee can see out of the corner of his eye that his "friend" from earlier is loitering just outside the bathroom and is watching their interaction intently. "You had your chance earlier and didn't want anything to do with me."

"But you're gonna give me a second chance now, aren't you kid?" Derrick smiles as he takes hold of Lee's arm and starts to pull him away from the hallway.

"What, did you decide you really did need a bartender?" Lee drags his feet slightly, making Derrick hold him tighter as they move. "Or was it the blowjob you decided you needed?"

"What I don't need..." Derrick pulls Lee through a door behind the bar that leads to a small stockroom. "Is some underage jailbait whore comin' into my place and causin' me trouble."

Lee kicks the door shut with his foot and the noise of the club mutes instantly, making the sound of his own breath seem abnormally loud. "There. Now you don't have to put on a show in case some undercover cop is watching you."

"This ain't a show, kid. This..." Derrick shoves him toward the door in the back of the room. "Is your way out."

"You like it rough do you?" Lee teases as Derrick manhandles him toward the exit.

"Take it on over to St. Ann, you little punk. Someone over there will put that mouth to good use," replies Derrick as he reaches for the door knob.

"Your loss," Lee tries to shrug as Derrick grabs the collar of his shirt and forces him through the door. The coolness of the night air against his sweat soaked skin makes him shiver involuntarily. "We could have been great together."

"Sell it to someone else. You got no buyers here." Derrick points his finger at Lee from the door, lips pursed and eyes narrowed. "And I better not see you around here no more or the next time I really will show you what rough is."

"Is that a promise?" Lee walks backward down the street, keeping his eyes on the other man.

"Stupid punk," huffs Derrick before pulling the door closed.