Ryah doubted it was that easy. Generally, when he ended up staring at someone, it resulted up in a fight. Mostly because he was usually looking for vampires to dust. Ryah wasn't the type to go clubbing, much less pick people up. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd gone to one; Allure hardly counted, in his opinion.<br/><br/>He tried to picture flirting with a guy, trying to pick him up, and decided that was too weird. "Academic or practical purposes?" He repeated, trying to make heads or tails of that statement. He felt his cheeks heat up, remembering the way Drake had come onto the guard at the club, the way he'd stripped down to practically nothing, showing off miles of pale skin. He busied himself, grabbing a drink from the fridge before settling on the couch.<br/><br/>That...was not going to work for Ryah. "I, um, there's a thing--" How the fuck did one explain that they needed to get into a gay nightclub, pick up a vampire and then 'take care' of him. "I don't own booty shorts--" Ryah clearly had never been inside a gay club if that was all he thought the men wore.<br/><br/>"So, uh, how's the job hunting?" He asked, oh so casually changing the subject. It had only been a few days but it couldn't have been easy, he knew. He'd gotten a spare fob and key for Drake a couple of days ago, so the man could come and go, rather than being cooped up in the apartment