Klaus had woken up under a tree in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts with a headache that told him it was a pill hangover. Jesus Christ. He couldn't really remember the night before. Or the afternoon, or- he had no idea what time of day it was. Dark time. With a groan he rolled onto his back, putting his hands into his pockets and finding a little baggy of powder. It could be anything, he knew that, but he didn't hesitate to shove it up his nose.
That'd kick in soon and help with the headache.
He pulled himself to his feet, no shoes or socks to be seen in the vicinity. That wasn't too strange, though. Klaus rarely had shoes on. Meandering back towards the trailer park, he still had no idea what time it was, and now he was really thirsty, too. People in the trailers didn't exactly keep regular times, they worked odd hours or they didn't work at all, so the buzz of sounds and voices didn't surprise him.
Stretching, Klaus meandered towards where he thought his trailer was. He'd find it eventually, or he'd break into someone elses and get in trouble, which was fine. Well, it wasn't fine.
"Damn, I wish I was your lover-" he sang softly to himself. "I'll rock you til the daylight comes-" Klaus paused to get his bearings, though it didn't really work out very well. He still had no idea where he was. "-make sure you are smiling and warm. Lala lalala-" Nope. No idea.