"Don't mind if we do ladies," said the commander, and the men descended on the drinks table, downing shots and tearing into the piles of cooked meat.
"Cro-Magnon man has arrived at the party," Delphi whispered to Feifei.
"Ooga booga, ooga booga," laughed Feifei, jumping from foot to foot and scratching under her arm in an imitation of a caveman.
"I hope that's not your impression of all of us Miss Sun," said Bo, coming up behind them. He struck out his hand politely. "Ren Bo. You can call me Bo."
Bo's ancestry looked to be Chinese. He was very clean-cut and handsome. Square jaw, golden skin, dark brown eyes, nice lips, good hair. It was virtually impossible for Feifei to be mean to him when his 'pretty privilege' was socking her in the guts.
"May I have this dance?" he asked, holding out his hand confidently.
