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Ben was alive and feeling amazing. He had jumped off a building with Klaus's encouragement (Okay so Klaus said NOT to after he did it, but oh well) and ever since Ben had been looking for something else to give him that same kind of rush. Looking to live a little.

Some how that was how they ended up at Club 24, a 24 hour open club, bar, eatery, and what ever the hell else they could cram into the place. It was perfect. Dark with a lot of neon lights on the dance floors, the bar was well places to be off to the side and the music was jumping, giving the night life something fun to dance to.

Ben had never been to a club while alive, and only there when Klaus went, which generally meant the other wasn't all that sober, so enjoying a club? Not really a thing. But now Ben was alive and he could FEEL the bump of the music in his chest. He could understand the need to dance now. He even agreed to drink with Klaus tonight.

Ben had got a simple rum and coke to start the night off, but Klaus poopoo'ed that almost instantly. Not only was a round of shots ordered for them both, but it was a ROW.

"Klaus, I'm not going to be able to get through all this!" he said loud enough to be heard, brows raised and looking over the row curiously. He'd never allowed himself to be drunk before. Was he really going to do it now?

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"That's why I'm here, obviously!" Klaus is leaning over the shots, already looking like he's about to start grabbing some before they're even finished filling the glasses, dark-rimmed eyes wide and bright. "We're both going to get fucking sloshed tonight, okay? Okay."

Yeah, he's not going to give Ben the chance to disagree. This is the first time he's ever been to a club, specifically one like this, where everything is amazing and he plans to make sure it's going to be a memorable time-- or possibly not? Either or would be good as long as there's copious amounts of liquor.

The music is thumping, alcohol's flowing and they're both alive; there's no reason they shouldn't be celebrating, in Klaus's opinion. He shifts on the bartop, props his elbows up a little better, an enthusiastic grin curving his mouth. "Are you ready for this?" he asks, snatching one of the too-full drinks with his thumb and forefinger. Ten shots are there, so five for each of them? Seems like a decent start to a possible black-out night.

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Well, at least all ten weren't for him, but five was a LOT, wasn't it? He'd seen Klaus pack away the booze before, but he himself had never had this much. When the last shot was filled up he let out a breath, looking at Klaus with some concern.

"There is no way out of this, is there?" Nope. He'd jump off a building with little encouragement, but this? This he had to pause about? Ben had his priorities in a twist, clearly.

Picking up his first shot he let out another breath. "Ready." He said, and leaned on the counter, readying himself to take the shot at the same time as Klaus. He intended to take all of them at the same time as the other, if he could.

This was going to be such a bad night, he was sure of it. Or at least... a bad idea.

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He sees Ben's worry, furrows his brow in response then reaches out, clapping a reaffirming hand onto his brother's shoulder. "No, there isn't," he admits, sounding a little somber, but then he's smiling again, squeezing the shorter male's arm for some extra reassurance. "But I've got you, brother."

They're going to have discuss the things Ben becomes hesitant over one day, but-- today will not be the day. After they both have shots in their hands, Klaus shifts on his elbow, levels his drinking partner with an almost too serious stare. "One," he starts, licking his lips, his excitement almost palpable.

"Two." He's bring the glass up, bouncing slightly on his toes, like containing himself is the most difficult thing he'll do all night and— "Three!" then he throws the first drink back, slams the shotglass onto the table, moves onto the second one, although he's keeping an eye on Ben to make sure his brother is keeping up alright before continuing on to the third.

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he lets out a huff of a breath at the squeeze of his arm, shaking his head in defeat, then smiling a small smile, nodding at the other. Okay. He had him. Nothing BAD will happen tonight. He's with Klaus and Klaus can handle things if Ben can't. "Yeah, fine."

He's got his shot level with the other. One He nodded. Two, he licked his lips in anticipation. Three. He threw the shot back... and shivered. his head tipped sharply to the left as he grunted, sat the shot down and grabbed the second. He was determined to keep up with Klaus.

The Second is shot back and sat down. A sharp breath is hissed out and he shakes his head, reaching for the third. "I got this." He assured the other, seeing him pause. He tipped the third one back and didn't have to shake it off like the first two. The burning feel of the drink was still burning, but it wasn't as bad as the first two.

He sat the third down and reached for the fourth, waiting for Klaus as he sucked in a breath. "God damn..." He said with a small huff.

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"That's the spirit." Which he could turn into a bad joke, but he decides against it – for now – or while he's sober, rather. Maybe later when they're not quite as coherent because they've loaded their bodies with bad decisions.

Seeing Ben's determination is endearing and impressive all at the same time. Klaus has done this time and time again, downing drinks like there's no stopping him, following them with many other kinds of things shortly after, although his plan to help Ben avoid anything too hard. Pumping awful shit into his own veins is one thing; it's an entirely different one when it comes to his family.

He's even more pleased once they reach the third shot and Ben reassures him, convincing the taller man it's alright for him to down that shot, already reaching for the fourth at the exact same time. "Two more, baby, you got this." His tone's full of casual affection when he says it, throws back what's in his cup then grabs the final one.

And the moment Ben downs his fifth shot, Klaus does as well, throwing both of his arms into the air with an overjoyed shout. "Yeah boyyy!"

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The keywords of the night. Bad Decisions. Hell, if there is a drink called that, they need one.

Ben has no need for anything harder than alcohol. He was here to get shit faced and dance, nothing more. Nothing at all more than that. Right? Right. He had watched Klaus shove shit into his body before, and it always frustrated him, for more reasons than it made him disappear. There was no way he was doing that shit.

"Two more." he said and threw one back. "Ahhh God, these taste terrible. One more!" He said in a rush of a breath, and threw the last one back at the same time. He sat the shot glass down a bit hard in the end, leaning on the counter as Klaus whopped it up. "Oh god, why does it have to burn?" He said but... laughed.

He let out a soft laugh, a hand rubbing at his face a moment after. "I can't believe I managed that. I've never done that... that much at once." he admits, and he's bouncing a bit in time to the music. Bouncing with out realizing it even.

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If there isn't one, then they should talk to the bartender about creating it and letting them market it to other people around the club. Whatever it's made out of, most of the drinks here are great, so it'd likely do rather well amongst the other patrons.

"The nastier tasting the alcohol, the stronger it is," Klaus tells him, plucking up each little glass and stacking them one inside the other. Once they're a tiny tower, he slides them all back toward their server, rubbing away the excess whiskey on his lips. "And the worse your decisions can get." But Ben is laughing and he can't fight the smirk that curves his mouth upward, his hand reaching to push through his bangs, pinning them atop his head.

"Just wait until they all hit you at once." He can only imagine what kinda lightweight his brother is, ponders if it's going to be a good idea to continue pouring shots for him, but decides on something else once he sees Ben bopping along to the music. "...come on," he murmurs giddily, shifting out of his spot and reaching to clasp Ben's wrist so he can guide them toward the dance floor after he's tugged the other off his barstool.

"Let's get moving before the alcohol really hits you."

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He was smiling. And laughing. It felt good and warm in his chest and belly. So far everything felt... okay. Nothing felt too bad, though he could tell he was feeling something already. "Okay, but... but, okay. But I wasn't intending to make worse... um, decisions." He countered, badly.

"As a matter of... of fact, I was going to try to not make choices at all? To you know, not make a fool of mysel--Oh, we're moving now." He said as the other took his wrist and started to guide him to the dance floor.

He trotted along a bit, following, then grinning as they hit the dance floor. "I've never danced at a club before. I mean, I was kind of dead and dancing when you were sober enough for it, but that doesn't really count." He rambled a bit, bouncing still.

"Oh wow. I think it's starting to hit me." he said, shaking his head a moment then laughing as it felt spinny. "This is great!"

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Klaus is laughing the entire time Ben attempts to plead his case, holding his brother's wrist tight, bobbing and weaving between people while he guides them deeper into the crowd. "Yes, keep up," he instructs, smirking briefly over his shoulder. "And stop worrying so much about making decisions. I already told you: I gotchu, boo."

He stops once he thinks they've gone far enough, drawing Ben close – still an arms-length apart though – so he doesn't lose him in the sea of bodies. "No, it doesn't count at all, in my opinion. We've gotta teach you how to really move." And if he's going to be the one to do it, Ben better be ready to learn everything (or at least most things). Dancing is one of his favorite pastimes, after all.

"Yeah? You sure are bouncing." Klaus considers Ben with those dark-rimmed eyes, flashing an exuberant smile as he circles both hands around the other male's shoulders. "Alright, Benny boy: show me your moves."

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"Stop worrying. Yeah. yeah, okay. Sure." he said with a slight slur to his words. The world was moving now and it felt kind of fun. He's had six drinks tonight, five of which were very, very fast.

And they weaved through a crowd to the dance floor, the center of it, with a lot of people. Ben never liked crowds but right now he felt alright with this one. And yes, he was still a bot bouncy. That is... until the other pointed it out.

Ben blinked and stopped bouncing, glancing down at his feet a moment and back up as Klaus rested hands on his shoulders. "Should I not be bouncy?" he said, and was... bouncing again, just a bit. Then he was smiling at being called Benny Boy. "I have no moves." Oh but he did. And they weren't too terrible? He had watched enough raves and club kids to know how they danced and he was only mildly bad at it, mildly good.

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Oh no, he hadn't meant to make Ben feel self-conscious or anything— "Hey, don't feel bad about it! It's cute, you should just... move your body a little more?" Klaus isn't entirely sure how to explain it, but there is one thing he can do: show Ben how to do it.

"Here," offers the taller brother, circling Ben's wrists and shifting them a hair closer, this way Ben will be able to see his feet a bit better without having people bumping into them. "Follow my lead, okay?" Then, he begins moving side to side, shifting from one foot to the other, swaying along to the beat of the music around them.

"Just kind of go with the flow. Feel the rhythm in your soul and let it take you over." He almost wishes they'd grabbed glow items at the front door, but as the night progresses, it's safe to assume they'll magically 'happen' across some.

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Oh no indeed. It's easy to make Ben feel self-conscious when he's not in his element. And his element is books and horror things. Social things are still a bit new for him. As much as he always wanted to join Klaus in breaking rules and doing things to piss off their father, he was just too intent on trying to get their father to be proud of him.

Now he's having to learn to dance at a club. "I'm not 'cute'." He protested as Klaus took his wrists and, and god, he felt lose. his arms moved easy with Klaus' movements, and he was moving his feet like Klaus was. "Follow your led, captain." He said with a hum, grinning now.

"Rhythm and soul. Rhythm and soul." he repeated, and yeah he was feeling it now. The drinks that is. Ben is such a lightweight. He literally just took all those shots and now the warm had spread all over and he was feeling it. "Hey, I can do this." He said, twisting his hands so he could take the others hands, fingers curling between the others fingers, and moving with Klaus.

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Even back when they were younger, Klaus had forgone getting their father's acceptance, using drugs and alcohol after each training session to dampen the skills he'd been honing so keenly before. He would never be what Reginald wanted him to, so why try to impress the man?

He rolls his eyes at Ben's response, although his mouth upturns anyway. "Don't be ridiculous," he chides gently. While they move, he flickers his gaze between their feet and his brother's face, studying the way he smiles, how they move in tandem. "You're doing great, mate." His left eye closes in a wink then he momentarily focuses on their shoes again, the slight buzz he's feeling himself tingling his fingertips.

"Yeah, yeah." He's glancing back up, just in time to watch the nearby lights dance across Ben's face and— Oh, those are... definitely fingers sliding between his own, coaxing him into peeking down from his peripheral at their now interlocked hands, though rather than pull away, he gives a reassuring squeeze then increases the pace of his swing. "Sure you can! Knew you had it in you all along."

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Ben had always tried to get the attention of their Father, but his powers weren't exactly something their father wanted to focus on. He was sure they made the man feel ill. He wanted to be important though. Then again, Klaus always made him feel important too.

"We're dancing at a club with no steps involved. This is ridiculous as it gets!" he teased, jumping around in a dance with the other. Had this been something more formal, he might actually kill it. As it was, he was trying to let himself go.

Especially while having the others hands entwined with his own, while feeling really drunk (please don't feed him anymore drinks, or, rather, do and see what happens). the lights dancing off his face show a brightness to his face that the lights only enhanced. A sparkle to his eyes that seemed to appear once he let himself go. There was no restraint to the smile and it reached those eyes with ease. The laugh was just as bright.

"Fine. Maybe you're right. Maybe this is what I needed! Maybe after that jump we did, and everything, maybe this,... this is... is what I needed." He said firmly. "Thanks! For getting me out and doing things I never... I never done before."

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Which is something that'd always pissed Klaus off-- seeing the way Reginald had reacted to Ben's powers after having been able to stomach it as the man'd so eloquently put it. Like, sure, why not make Ben more self-conscious about his powers? Way to go, dear ol' dad! On a whole other note though, he'd be happy to know he's made it clear Ben's important to him.

"Why do people insist that dancing needs to be structured? Haven't you ever heard of a freestyle?" Offhandedly, he wonders how Ben would do with something like a waltz or a foxtrot, briefly considers the idea of learning for himself, but is drawn back to the moment when his brother laughs again.

It's such a treat, getting to see him relax like this. Klaus feels rather lucky once he stops to think about it, and yet he's doing everything in his power to not show the way it makes his cheeks flush somewhat. The fact Ben begins admitting he's right and thanking him won't help matters any, of course.

"After that jump, we needed to do something less adrenaline pumping." And what better way to do so than partying it up at a club? He unwittingly shifts a step closer, inclines his head to hide the blush creeping across his cheeks, his fingers squeezing a second time around Ben's. At least he can claim he's red because of the alcohol and Ben should be none the wiser. "You're welcome. S'long as you stick with me, you'll always have a good time."

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It did really mess Ben up, didn't it? He was never that comfortable with his power, and though after a while he accepted it, he didn't feel like it was the best thing to ever happen to him. The tentacles he called out could be controlled now, but who would ever want to see those?

"Structure... it... it's just neat." Wow that was lame. He laughed, grinning about it. "Rules. It has rules and they can be fun, but this is fun too." He admitted while swaying their arms a bit more.

It felt good to let go. To let loose.

"No way. We're not done with the adrenaline pumping, bucko." He said firmly, pulling the other closer to dance with as he spoke. "I want to feel that rush again. This is good, but I have never bungee jumped, or taken a death defying swing jump into a stream, or hiked a... a mountain, or kissed a girl, or sky dived, or any of that. Dancing isn't the end of this new adventure of life, 'kay?"

He's so serious now.

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In all fairness, Klaus has been curious about seeing them, because he's always thought he and Ben had the more 'supernatural' sort of abilities. Maybe it's presumptuous of him, but he's believed it was something they had in common, a tiny detail that connected them, helped it make all the more sense when it came to explaining why he could see Ben-- even during the times he'd been intoxicated every now and then.

"Just remember who you're telling that to." Yeah, the most unstructured sibling ever, more than likely. "We'll make a rule-breaker outta you yet."

Nothing too serious, of course, but it's exceedingly nice to watch Ben step outside of his comfort zone.

He breathes a surprised woah after Ben pulls him closer, blinking rapidly at how little space they've actually got between them, looking like he's about ready to make a suggestion when Ben admits to having never done so many things— His train of thought is effectively derailed. "Wait, what?" he asks disbelievingly. "You've never kissed a girl? Oh, you're damn right that's getting changed tonight."

Actually, don't mind him just. Lifting up onto his toes to scan the area around them.

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The two of them do share that Occult kind of powers, and Ben was also pretty sure it was why they did get along so well. They were both kind of pushed to the side from the higher numbers on the list, but they also had difficult powers. At least the tentacles had always liked Klaus? Ben had enough control over them that they were protective of him as well.

"Right. Right! How could I forge--What? Rule breaker?! Ha, no. I don't think so!" he said over the music, laughing, then... "Well, maybe a SMALL rule or two. Small ones though!" Or Bend a few. Baby steps, Klaus. Please.

He didn't even notice the whoa, just that they were dancing and he had let himself go to it. Totally into it until... He blinked, pausing a bit as the other started to look around, talking about changing--w-what?

"No! Klaus! Klaus, it's okay, we don't have to do that." His face was going red as he realized what he had said at all.

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Which is good, because self-defense can only get someone so far. Luther has strength, Diego has knives, Allison has rumors, Five has the spatial jumping, and Ben has the tentacles. What does Klaus have? Some freaking Sixth Sense garbage that doesn't help much with anything.

He'd continue arguing about the whole rules and breaking them thing, but he's far too determined to find someone to plant one on Ben. Frankly, he's about two seconds away from dancing them into the nearest crowded circle and shouting hey, who wants to kiss my brother? The only reason he hesitates is Ben's protesting.

"Why not?" he counters, noting the flush spreading across the other male's cheeks. "Wait," a beat, his brow creasing, lips briefly pursing before he finishes his sentence. "Would you rather kiss a boy first? I'm not going to judge."

Klaus, no, that's... more than likely not what is going on here.

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