Ryah was torn between the unavoidable desire he could feel simmering at the back of his mind and the shame that was floating closer to the surface. It was like Jekyll and Hyde, two sides warring with one another. Despite his misgivings and apprehension, his desire and lust, coupled with the alcohol flowing through his system was loosening his inhibitions. While it felt like hours to him, but was probably just a few long seconds, Ryah finally came to the conclusion that maybe he<i>did </i>want whatever Eden was offering. And really, with a name like<i>that</i>, what was Ryah supposed to think?<br/><br/>He had never been one for clubbing and he couldn't help but wonder, couldn't help but think to himself, were all gay men were like that? So brazen and--and...horny? Willing to sleep with anyone around? Not that Ryah was complaining. Not when Eden looked like<i>that,</i>all smooth lines and curves in a skimpy little outfit. Sharp angles and lithe muscle, stretched over a slender frame. All in all, it was a very appealing package. Ryah's breath caught at the offer and he let out a strangled, undignified noise. He felt something in his stomach twist at the blatant words, the proposition obvious and unmistakable. He swallowed hard. "Where did you--I--Yeah, that sounds...I want that," he managed to get out, his throat going dry.