Ryah tried to tune out the noises as he washed his hands, pretending it didn't bother him at all. He dried them off and ducked back outside into the hallway where somehow he suddenly found himself against the wall, one hand on his chest and the other one much, much lower.<br/><br/>"What the hell--" he exclaimed, a frisson of something bolting up his spine, his breath short, his heart jackhammering in his chest.<br/><br/>"How about we get out of here?" The words purred out of the redhead, the one Ryah had bought a drink for.<br/><br/>"Out of here? What for?" He asked, his voice just a tad higher than normal.<br/><br/>"Well, I was thinking you could come back to my place. My bed is very comfy and I've been told my eyes match the sheets," he continued, his fingers working at Ryah's jeans.<br/><br/>"I don't think that's a good idea because...because-because I have a boyfriend," he panicked, catching sight of Drake. "Right there!"