Ryah barely managed to slip away before a security guard ambled down the stairs. He found himself in a large, empty coat check booth. It was more like a room that easily could have fit a dozen people.<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing here? We're closed," the guard snapped at Drake, eyes gone narrow with suspicion. His hand rested on his gun, tension bleeding out from his stocky frame.<br/><br/>Returning to the lobby, where Drake was both playing dumb and flirting with the guard, Ryah couldn't help but stare. The brunet was half naked, giving the guard a deceptively-innocent look, as he coyly got closer. Ryah found himself unable to look away, drawn to all that skin and toned muscle. While Drake was no body builder, he wasn't a slouch either. The hunter quickly looked away, feeling his cheeks burn. He waited until the guard moved away from the stairs and quickly snuck behind him.<br/><br/>He didn't know what it was, if the guard sensed something or if he'd made some noise but his hand reached for the gun and Ryah reacted instinctively. He leapt and wrapped Drake's shirt around the man's neck, pulling it tight and choking off his air supply. He could feel the desperate scrabbling fingers clawing at the shirt but half a minute later, the guard passed out and Ryah lowered him to the ground.<br/><br/>"Do, um, do you need to--" Ryah gestured at the guard, unable to quite meet Drake's eyes. Whether that was from him uncomfortable at the sight of Drake being half naked or because of the thought of him feeding and drinking blood, was uncertain.