Klaus, please. He might be drunk but he's not incapable of taking care of himself. Or, hopefully. He is, well, rather drunk.
And yet as he watches the other pluck gummy fish out of the bowl, Ben leans in to stab one with a straw and eat it as well. "Oh." he said to what was in it. "That's worse than shots, isn't it? God, Klaus, God." he had nothing more to say than that, really. He sucked on a finger to clean the alcoholic gummy slime off. A soft Hmm given to the admirers comment.
He glanced over and watched two girls sipping on their own colorful drinks, giggling at the boys, waving fingers at them. Ben looked away and back to Klaus, eyes wide a moment then... "We should d-dance more. Or get ... get... a-another drink..." his panicked comment to being watched by anyone. Not a good reaction, really.
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Date: 2019-04-06 06:50 am (UTC)And yet as he watches the other pluck gummy fish out of the bowl, Ben leans in to stab one with a straw and eat it as well. "Oh." he said to what was in it. "That's worse than shots, isn't it? God, Klaus, God." he had nothing more to say than that, really. He sucked on a finger to clean the alcoholic gummy slime off. A soft Hmm given to the admirers comment.
He glanced over and watched two girls sipping on their own colorful drinks, giggling at the boys, waving fingers at them. Ben looked away and back to Klaus, eyes wide a moment then... "We should d-dance more. Or get ... get... a-another drink..." his panicked comment to being watched by anyone. Not a good reaction, really.