Bill/Klaus/Ben
Bill hadn't actually been to America before and he wasn't sure he had yet. But this place looked a lot like the Vegas you saw in muggle films and Bill, well he actually loved a good desert climate. He looked good in a linen shirt, emerald green with one too many buttons open and a smile that said he was in for a good time, not necessarily a long time.
So when in Vegas it seemed only natural to get out among it and Ben hadn't got to get among many things before so Bill lead him by the hand through the doors to the strip club. This wasn't the kind of sleazy joint you might stumble upon in a small town somewhere, it had all the bells and whistles of Vegas and why not.
It was as good a place as any to get a drink. Bill found them a table, well the kind of table you 'found' by paying for a bottle and someone beautiful to pour it for you and gave Ben's hand a gentle squeeze. "Maybe we should have stayed home, Klaus could have danced instead," he said with a grin at the man in question.