He'd parked his car half a block down, paying the ridiculous amount for the prime spot the clubbing district. Ryah had figured they'd be waiting in line for a while but apparently being a fit, tall guy did wonders to get him in the door. The brunet had decided on something a little less revealing. Or rather, a lot less revealing. Fitted dark jeans, a muscle tank and his leather jacket. There was no way he was putting on leather pants or an appallingly short top like Drake. He already felt out of place, standing in line, surrounded by dozens of gay men. He'd felt a few gazes rake over his body, lingering on his crotch but thankfully most of them seemed more interested in his companion.<br/><br/>Ryah nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand brush against his ass. He whirled around, hand curled into a fist, ready to lay the guy out before he gritted his teeth, jaw clenching. If he jeopardized this mission and got himself barred from the club, everyone would be pissed.<br/><br/>Thankfully, he got in sooner rather than later, and Ryah made a beeline for the bar. He didn't normally drink on the job but he also didn't normally get groped on the job either. A glass of rum later, and he felt himself relax the tiniest bit. He wondered where Drake was. It was better that they came separately, in case the vampire could tell he wasn't the only supernatural around.<br/><br/>Ryah scanned the club, pretending he was scoping out the other men out of interest. Instead, he was checking out the exits, the lay of the land and trying to see if he could find the vampire. The club was already brimming with drunk, half naked guys, grinding up on one another, making out and getting handsy. A skinny little redhead came up to him, giving him an inviting leer. Ryah tried not to stare, feeling his face warm. Shit...what was he supposed to do? He took a step back, eyes wide.<br/><br/>Thinking through the panic, he quickly made the universal sign for 'drink', and ordered the two of them something. Turning back to the redhead, Ryah 'accidentally' bumped into someone, spilling a drink over his hand. He made a face and gestured towards the washroom, making his escape after passing over the other drink with a sheepish smile at the redhead.<br/><br/>In the washroom, he could hear sounds of a pair of guys shamelesly fucking in the stall.