Klaus and Bill
His night had got better than it had started, because it had started pretty bloody shit. Wallowing wasn't a good look on him and Richie and binge drinking had helped pull him out of it somewhat. It was a party, who wouldn't want to just get shitfaced and pretend bad things didn't happen. That his brother didn't die. That his family weren't facing a war without him. Why think about that when he had drinking.
And his other favourite distraction.
Klaus was like a liquid, practically poured over him and Bill hummed as he slung his arm around his neck, lacking some of his usual grace because maybe he was kind of drunk now. "Empty now," Bill said. Klaus smelled good and he leaned forward to press his face against his neck, breathing in slow and deep.
It wasn't really dancing it was more swaying but it was in time as he kissed up his neck. "Where have you been all me life, love?"