Loki (616) | Klaus
"I'll be right here." Klaus watched Loki move back to the bar for another round of drinks, tipping back what he had left in his mug after he'd spent a little bit of time admiring Loki's backside, entirely shameless in the way he looked and held himself. Drinking alone in his house was fine, wandering the town while drinking was also fine - but finding himself in a place with others doing the same thing - well that was something he much preferred.
And unlike the kind of maddening thumping of club music there was enough melody here not to trigger that small part of his brain that liked to curl up around itself at the mere hint of gunfire.
New drink in hand Klaus raised his own to meet Loki's in an easy cheers and nodded, "That is me, snacks and just about anything else I can get my hands on." He agreed, snacks were easy of course because you could just wrap your hands around a display and make off with bags and bags as you ran for the door.
"And do you do anything here for our burgeoning community? Not that this," he said waving with a free hand to indicate all of Loki, "isn't enough." He was just curious.