Klaus Hargreeves (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} quietthedead) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
"Okay push it back an hour since we've managed to get some electricity." He offered with a small smirk, teasing really - but it was true. Life here was quiet in a way that Klaus had never experience before. Even life at the Academy was more lively than this, which was really saying something, considering how structured their days were, down to the half hour. This place though, maybe it was all the hero-ly types too, Klaus couldn't say for sure.
He wasn't the least bit surprised when Steve admitted that this wasn't his scene. He didn't seem like a club kid in any sense of the word. And Klaus, well he had a lot of experience with club kids, even if the reality of them was a little more than he could handle after everything. This though, this place was a nice medium that he could deal with. And he watched Steve for a moment, the way his eyes tracked someone else in the room before he set his glass down.
Klaus half expected him to go, but instead he asked if he wanted to dance and well - there was absolutely no world in existence where Klaus was going to turn that down. "I thought you'd never ask." He downed what was left of his own drink and was right there with Steve after he'd set down his empty glass and tugged at him urging him close, moving against him so that Steve could feel the rhythm of the music in the way he moved and encouraged him to do the same.
As with his flirting, Klaus wasn't shy with his dancing either, he draped an arm over Steve's shoulder and his hand on Steve's arm, taking all sorts of liberties and enjoying the ever loving shit out of it.