Outside the bar Drake had hesitated. He didn’t make a habit of hanging out at places like this. It held far too many memories and he wasn’t surprised to step inside to feel the sticky floors and the dark setting with strangers shuffled into corners grumbling mostly keeping to themselves even as a stranger entered their haunts. He had been one of them not that long ago... he approached the bar with a fake confidence as he spotted Ryah who obviously wanted answers. That would make the two of them. One step at a time though he dampened his own reaction upon seeing the other and his sensitive nose picking up the way that the other reeked of sex and god knows what else.<br/><br/>His features scrunched up at the scent but he schooled them once more. “I don’t have the right to drink?” he asked with a tilt of the head attempting some half humor but it fell flat. He sighed, “You know... I learned a long time ago that drinking away your problems is a sure fire way to earn more of them.” He sat down beside him but looking at the bar in front of him. “After I left my last... profession. I drank until I pretty much could never think clearly. Drank more than a few men in their lifetime and then some trying to escape or fix everything wrong with me. The irony of the vampirism now... is that it saved my life and it makes getting drunk very challenging.” He turned to Ryah, “So is that what you’re going to do? Just avoid the problem?”<br/><br/>Like he was one to talk having been the one avoiding it but it had become more and more clear especially with his reaction to Ryah that there was no avoiding that something was going on between them and they would need to deal with it. He just didn’t think Ryah was ready or wanted to confront any of it considering how in the dark he had been about his sexuality. Part of Drake worried that they hunter would use the drink to deny himself and his needs.