Ryah followed them at a safe distance before carefully retrieving his jacket from the coat check. It was probably better that way, because then at least, he didn't have to watch Drake practically throw himself at the other vampire. Were they going to fuck in public, in some dark alley? It sure seemed like Drake was begging for it. Ryah's lip curled up in a condescending half sneer.<i>Guess that little slut can't keep it in his pants for more than five minutes,</i>he thought, uncharitably, before getting angry with himself. What the hell did he care? It wasn't like he was gay or anything. Drake could be as loose and promiscuous as he wanted. Ryah just wished he didn't have to watch.<br/><br/>He ducked into the alley, slipping easily into the shadows. With careful movements, he drew his gun out from his jacket and waited, wanting to know just what Drake was up to.<br/><br/>That had been the last Adam was expecting. From the way Drake seemed to tease and touch and feel him up, the dark-haired vampire was certain he was getting some action. He should have known it wouldn't be that easy. So when the shorter male tripped him up and sent him to the ground, he hit it hard, breath knocked from his lungs.<br/><br/>"What the hell--" he sputtered, twisting and wriggling, trying to get up again. "The fuck is going on? Let me up already!" None of his conquests had ever put up a fight, nor had they been able to overpower him in any capacity. Adam wasn't amused, to say the least.