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Apr. 2nd, 2017 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_horrorBen 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?
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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Date: 2019-06-17 08:26 pm (UTC)Ben settles down beside him and Klaus doesn't hesitate to further invade his space, crowding closer, nestling against the side of his head and rubbing his nose across Ben's earlobe once the other male leans into his shoulder. "Funny, you're telling me to get comfy after you just buried yourself into my neck like that."
He's not complaining, though. To be honest, Klaus is quite enjoying their closeness, relishing the body heat he's sapping, humming contentedly when Ben tosses an arm around his midsection, which only encourages him to close his eyes and burrow deeper.
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Date: 2019-06-17 09:16 pm (UTC)He rather liked his Klaus blanket too. He was comfortable and made it easier to snuzzle into him. He tightened his arm around the other and let out a soft hum. "You can't get comfortable like this?" He asked, not sure he understood what the other had meant. "Maybe I was telling myself to get comfortable." He teased, smiling into the others neck, feeling that nuzzle to his ear. His ears felt like they were on fire, so the soft touch felt lovely.
He could honestly sleep like this, even if he was hot. Klaus felt comfortable. More so than normal.
okay to fade on this? feels like a natural place to do so and we could discuss a new thing!!
Date: 2019-06-25 05:34 am (UTC)Evidently, Klaus has become far more comfortable if he hadn't already been before, given the way he's barely able to keep his eyes open. He's trying for whatever it's worth, but all the alcohol seems to be taking its toll on him, the body-heat intensifying the fuzzy warmth on his brain. "'m fine. Nice and comfy and warm..." Damn, he legitimately is beginning to doze off, offering what little reassurance his nose grazing across Ben's ear might be.
He mumbles something else, something unintelligible and running all together-- there isn't much time to decipher it, but it's certainly for the best that he falls asleep with it left uninterpreted. When he says a phrase that's as important as 'I love you,' he'd like to be clearheaded.