It wasn't the first drink they'd had, but it was different being somewhere that felt kind of normal compared to Starklandia. What with its limited population and lack of conveniences, it certainly didn't feel like home. Bill couldn't imagine how uncomfortable it might have been for a muggle, at least his wand brought with it a few little comforts and safety.
That wasn't asking, it was telling and Bill finished his drink in a few short swallows. Bill had braided his hair back from his face so it wouldn't get in his way, the tail of the plait hanging in front of his shoulder and he was glad that he had now so it wouldn't get tangled and sweaty at the back of his neck. "Of course I am," Bill agreed once he'd put down his glass.
Here it was easy not to think about He Who Must Not Be Named, his family, his job and his new, quiet and sparse home. Bill reached out to take Klaus' hand, their fingers winding together as he lead him toward the pulse of the music and into the crowd. He used his hold on Klaus hand to wind the other man's arm around his neck, looking down at him with a smile.