Ryah was really beginning to regret bringing this up at all. People didn't talk like that in polite company. He squirmed in his seat, shifting uncomfortably. Even the few friends he hung out with in high school never talked so crassly, so openly about sex.<br/><br/>There was no way he could pull that off, not the words, not the look on Drake's face, not the sultry tone that practically invited someone to take the brunet to bed. He'd been miserable in drama class back in high school. There was just something too open and vulnerable about acting, about letting people see the softer side. There was no way he was going to be able to do this, to--to hit on someone in a club, a gay one, no less. There was a tiny little part of him that wanted to ask Drake to take his place. To go hunt down that rogue vampire in the nightclub. But...no. He'd already fucked up the other man's life, he didn't need to make a worse mess of it.<br/><br/>"Can't I just....buy them a drink? That... That's an obvious sign, right?" He asked desperately, looking away from Drake. The guy was practically oozing sex, like he wanted to be laid out on the nearest flat surface and fucked within an inch of his life. Ryah just didn't know how to deal with that. He resolutely kept his gaze fixed firmly on his food, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Like he wasn't now thinking about Drake having sex, about how much he clearly liked it.