It had been hard enough for him to get his ass into the club, much less meet anyone's gaze. Ryah had thought he wanted this. He had thought he could do this. Surrounded by all these men, surrounded by guys who were there to get their rocks off, who were there to find a dance partner or a hook up or a one-night stand, he wasn't entirely sure.<br/><br/>It was fine, he thought to himself. It wasn't like he knew anyone there, and it wasn't like people would judge him for being in a gay club. Right? It was fine, and it wasn't wrong, it wasn't bad, he told himself. A tiny part of him wondered how many times he'd have to keep telling himself that, wondered how long it would take to accept that maybe he was--maybe he was...<i>Fuck</i>, why couldn't he even think it, much less say it out loud?<br/><br/>He slammed back another shot, feeling it burn on the way down, settling in his stomach along with the rest of the booze in his system, the effects slowly taking over his system. With the alcohol flooding his bloodstream, and loosening his inhibitions, Ryah allowed Eden to drag him onto the dance floor. He wasn't...he had never been one for clubbing or dancing but he found himself slowly sliding his hands along Eden's thin hips. He could feel the warmth from the blond's body.<br/><br/>"Join other...other men?" he asked, his voice only slightly strangled. He shook his head quickly. No, no, that was quite all right. One was enough, one was...possibly too much. The dancing was enough... It was fine. But it wasn't...Ryah hesitated. What was the protocol for this type of situation, he wondered. He had already offered Eden a drink. So now what?