Or, well, he hadn't really gotten into the habit of it, and he doubted very much he would now, but he was enjoying bobbing his head along to the music and being just a little bit bouncier than he might normally have been. The drinks might have helped, too. Drinks about always helped.
Klaus, though, well he looked like he belonged here, with the music. Even if the music had been set up by a barely past teenaged wizard and his werewolf boyfriend.
This place was weird. Ben liked it.
He'd find other people to mingle with at some point, but for now he was sticking close to his brother, even if it made him look like a sad stick in the mud in comparison. "I don't know how you make dancing in a courtyard look good," he groused.