[Klaus pouts and tilts his head back with a soft groan that's more of a whine than anything before he mumbles: ] Ugh- why are there so many pretty boys here?
[No. Shame.
He tilts his head forward again and smirks, reaching for his bottle and dangling out in front of him.] Tequila.
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[No. Shame.
He tilts his head forward again and smirks, reaching for his bottle and dangling out in front of him.] Tequila.