Kurt waited outside the door patiently, bouncing on the balls of his feet, steadily getting impatient, when he was joined by Chan. The smiling Korean guy had an exuberance that Kurt appreciated, and found himself grinning back. There was an appreciation of mischief that Kurt recognized and sympathized, being largely in the same boat. Or, at least he was when he was younger. "Chan Sung Jung, right? Next time you see your dad, tell him his timing sucks. His request was really down to the wire."<br/><br/>Still, idle chit chat wasn't enough for Kurt, who was starting to get offended that no one answered the door. He glanced over to Chan and raised an eyebrow. "Wanna see something cool about these hotel door locks?" he asked, perhaps a little too proud of himself, as he placed a hand on the door knob and another on the doorframe. With a click of his tongue, Kurt shoulder checked the door frame and wiggled the knob expertly, and the door popped open. Kurt looked back over to Chan, looking quite smug, and sauntered inside.<br/><br/>"Did no one hear us knock? Where's this Celtic Hospitality that I keep on hearing about?" Kurt facetiously ranted as he sauntered into the room, just in time to hear the newcomer's question about Dancing Lamb. "Sure, Darlin', it's the house wine here. Never touched the stuff, though I heard people go<em>crazy</em>for it." Kurt chuckled, as he absently placed a cigarette between his lips, though he made no effort to light it.