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There was a tavern that the Klopp siblings had visited since they'd all come of age. Usually, they went by themselves, but this time, they managed to drag Buvac along.
"Don't worry, Zel, we're walking home," Isolde reassured Buvac, passing him a third glass of Pilsner. "Enjoy."
Stefanie and Jurgen, meanwhile, were on the dance floor, dancing to the Swedish disco music blaring over the loudspeakers. Neither of them was an amazing dancer, but they were having the time of their lives spinning around and pretending they knew what they were doing.
"Come on, let's join them."
Buvac wasn't sure. He was a worse dancer than all three of the siblings. But letting his hair down without worrying about being perfect? It seemd like a nice proposition.
He set his beer down onto the wooden table. "Let's go."
When they got onto the dance floor, Stefanie went to distract Isolde from the stronger drinks That left Jurgen and Buvac together in the middle of the crowd.
"So..." Jurgen stammered, extending his hand to Buvac. "Wanna dance?"
If Buvac hadn't already started feeling a little tipsy, he would've sworn Jurgen was blushing when he'd asked him. Still, it was better than awkwardly standing next to each other. "Yeah, but I'll warn you: I'm not the best dancer."
"And I'm mediocre at best, but I still love how it feels." Jurgen pulled Buvac into the crowd, who were all dancing the hustle with varying degrees of accuracy. "Aufleuchten! Tanz!"
Buvac exhaled and stepped onto the dance floor, begging fate to not let him trip over his laces like a complete idiot. "Fine, but I'm only doing this because I know you have no right to laugh at my awful two-step."