Ryah didn't know what he'd been expecting but the amount of skin showing in this club wasn't it. Hell, this was technically only, what, the third time he'd been inside a club before? And the first time didn't even count, seeing as it had been in the middle of the day and he'd been on a rescue mission. Although technically the second time had been for a mission too. So if Ryah thought about it, this was his first real time in a club. And it was one that catered to men. There were a couple of women but they were obviously there to be left alone. It was pretty smart, Ryah considered. They could dance to their heart's content, get drunk and most of the patrons would probably leave them be.<br/><br/>Despite the fact that Ryah had ended up in the club looking for...he wasn't entirely sure what, he hadn't expected someone to just come up to him and start hitting on him blatantly. The hunter's initial reaction had been to recoil but he fought it off. It was fine, he told himself. He glanced at the other male, and found his eyes drawn to the chained collar around his slender neck, to the way his cut off shorts clung to his body, patches of skin peeking through. The blond was...interesting, though part of Ryah couldn't help but wish he were more of a brunet, perhaps with dark eyes. Not that Ryah had a type. Of course he didn't. He was startled by how bold the blond was but maybe he needed that.<br/><br/>God only knew how much liquid courage he had needed the moment he had stepped into the place, and he hadn't even worked up the guts to pick a guy to...to...what exactly? He swallowed down the rest of his drink before offering his own name in return, and asking if Eden wanted a drink. The name certainly didn't ring any bells, as unique as it was. Ryah glanced out at the dance floor where there was a sea of bodies, all grinding up on one another. Eden wanted to...dance? Like...like the other club patrons were dancing?