From the look on Drake's face, despite how it smelled, clearly the taste of pizza didn't do much for him. Which was a shame because pizza, Ryah maintained, was the perfect food. It had a little something from every food group and it tasted amazing. He tried not to rub it in Drake's face though; it wasn't his fault he couldn't indulge in it.<br/><br/>Instead, he scrolled through the movie folder on his laptop before settling on the first Deadpool movie. It was funny, it had some good action in it and it didn't involve too much thinking. It was also one of two movies Ryah had seen more than once in theatres.<br/><br/>"Boring is not the word," the brunet answered. How could a vampire be boring? Given what they'd been through in the last few days, boring sounded positively wonderful at the moment.<br/><br/>It was easy to settle into a routine, Ryah found. He'd wake in the morning, make coffee and a quick breakfast, usually eggs and toast, and then he'd head to the B&B. Over the years, he'd learned to fix all manner of things around The Owl and Holly. While he worked, his parents would catch him up on local vampire news and if need be, send him to take care of business.<br/><br/>There seemed to be a new threat in town, one that had arrived shortly after Ryah had gone after Charlie. The locals had sent Steve to take care of it since the threat had been seen lurking at one of the popular gay nightclubs but apparently this vampire didn't like strong, tall blonds. Which quite frankly, was ridiculous. Steve was<i>everyone's</i>type. Tall, fit, good looking, rescued kittens from trees. The man was a saint.<br/><br/>Returning home, with a paper bag filled with Thai, Ryah dumped his food on the kitchen counter. "Um. Drake. How do you--what does--I need your help," he finally blurted out. "I need to--how do you pick up guys?"