( they're back and it's still absolutely wild to him. night and day to when they were here last - broken and scattered in many different ways. these walls housed a lot of memories. what will they keep now, he wondered?
klaus never truly pondered the word rebuilding, but right now came close.
still, it's with a small bit of satisfaction that he's realizing he's caught meticulous, cautious five off-guard. but there's a smile there - one klaus was unlikely to let the other live down. )
Wild, he says - ( five's response has klaus nodding along sagely, before beginning to rummage through the bar with a clatter of glass. he grabs some limes with a flourish of a juggle, and gets to filling highballs with ice.
some nights - the bad ones, of which there were less of late, save the one day where he had allison and vanya for drunk company - were about the liquor. just drinking for the sake of the feeling, coping, or whatever else there was.
this, however, was a party, and all their talk of tropics - okay, mostly klaus's daydreaming- brings him to this: ) - Here we go. Dark'n'stormy, my good ser. ( wild didn't need to mean complex, after all. and yes, it was absolutely strong.
he sets a glass in front of five, grabs his own, before shuffling from behind the bar with a spring in his step in favor of sidling up to the seat beside his brother, and lifting his drink for a toast. the other 4 laugh behind them, all wrapped up in their own talk, and the great room feels alive, daylight through grand windows. ) So, Fiverino - sláinte is táinte!
( just wait until he gets his hands on the record player. )
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klaus never truly pondered the word rebuilding, but right now came close.
still, it's with a small bit of satisfaction that he's realizing he's caught meticulous, cautious five off-guard. but there's a smile there - one klaus was unlikely to let the other live down. )
Wild, he says - ( five's response has klaus nodding along sagely, before beginning to rummage through the bar with a clatter of glass. he grabs some limes with a flourish of a juggle, and gets to filling highballs with ice.
some nights - the bad ones, of which there were less of late, save the one day where he had allison and vanya for drunk company - were about the liquor. just drinking for the sake of the feeling, coping, or whatever else there was.
this, however, was a party, and all their talk of tropics - okay, mostly klaus's daydreaming- brings him to this: ) - Here we go. Dark'n'stormy, my good ser. ( wild didn't need to mean complex, after all. and yes, it was absolutely strong.
he sets a glass in front of five, grabs his own, before shuffling from behind the bar with a spring in his step in favor of sidling up to the seat beside his brother, and lifting his drink for a toast. the other 4 laugh behind them, all wrapped up in their own talk, and the great room feels alive, daylight through grand windows. ) So, Fiverino - sláinte is táinte!
( just wait until he gets his hands on the record player. )