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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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.