Normally, Ryah would have been paying attention, he wouldn't have let his hormones cloud his judgment and get in the way of anything. But it was like Drake has unlocked something inside of him when they'd slept together. It was like Ryah had woken up from a deep slumber and now he couldn't get enough. Now he just wanted more; needed it like he needed to breathe.<br/><br/>"There's a distinct possibility that could happen," he managed to get out, emboldened by the darkness of the night and the fact that they were just another couple getting it on; they were no different than the other patrons of the club, looking to get laid, and no one even spared them a second glance. "Do you live far? I...my place isn't exactly available," he admitted, his thoughts drifting to Drake. There was the tiniest part of him that kind of wanted Drake to know he was out, finding someone else. He didn't need Drake. He didn't care that the other male didn't seem to care. It wasn't like he was some innocent little virgin who had been expecting anything from the vampire.<br/><br/>Which was why he was here now, looking for attention from elsewhere. "What do you say we get out of here then?" he asked, devouring Eden's lips, his hands still gripping their cocks together, stroking them slowly. It felt good, really damned good, but he knew there were other things that would feel even better. And even if they weren't being watched, they still weren't exactly alone, and Ryah wasn't into giving out free shows. "Should I call a cab or are you close?"