Quick as a whip, Drake practically vanished from sight and Ryah barely had the mind to stumble after him, trying to keep his eyes on the other male, gracefully weaving his way through the crowd. Ryah found him sidling up to a tall, broad-shouldered man and something coiled tightly in his stomach, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. What the hell was Drake doing, manhandling him, practically grabbing the man's dick in public, surrounded by people?<br/><br/>A flicker of surprise crossed the vampire's face before he gave a pleased little smirk. There was nothing quite like having a willing slut practically throw himself at him.<br/><br/>Ryah's mind buzzed, sharp and hyper-aware of a curl of anger coalescing into a ball of irritation inside of him. He could feel his fists clench at his side, tension bleeding out of him. He was dimly aware that the other male must have been the vampire they were looking for, but really, did Drake have to act like such a whore?<br/><br/>"Adam," the vampire introduced. He waited for Drake to give his name before suggesting they find a more secluded place. He'd been annoyed for a brief moment, having lost his prey, but Drake was nearly salivating for his cock, it seemed. His flat was just a few blocks away, though the alley behind the club was even closer.