Allison's getting married and there is no way Klaus will miss it.

Klaus held back a groan as the trolley cart he was currently hiding in hit a bump, causing him to hit his head on the underside of the metal tabletop. Squeezing his eyes shut and biting his tongue as he rubbed the abused spot atop his skull. Then with a small jingle of the items on top the cart came to a stop, and he waited a couple moments for the lady who had been pushing it to leave before, lifting the corner of the pristine white table cloth and peeking out.

Coast looked clear, at least the corner of the room he was looking at did, and boy was it a room. The polished marble floors had flecks of gold in it, the tv was the size a freaking bed, the walls impossibly white, and plush charcoal and burgundy, velvet and silk covered the bed, upholstery and drapes. The whole thing screamed luxury, the five star rating at this joint certainly wasn't a bluff. Though they could work on security, there current guys where idiots.

"Holy shit, Ben are you seeing this." He breathed as he climbed out from his hiding place, too distracted by the fact he was in the fanciest room on earth to hear his brother hissing his name. The carts cloth catching as he stood, and dragging forward as he stepped away, sending half of the contents on top tumbling.

He staggered at the sound of cluttering glasses and silverware as he dragged them off the cart in typical Klaus fashion. Spinning on his heels to try and fix what damage he could, managing to catch the no doubt very expensive bottle of champagne before it shattered on the marble floor but little else. Cringing at the mess and the echoing clung as the silver plater hit the floor, spilling its contents onto the once spotless table cloth. Good thing no one was here to hear that or he'd have security breathing down his back again for sure.

"Klaus!" Ben hissed loudly, sounding more than a little peeved, but come on, it was an accident. And he was well aware he needed to sneak out of the room and find the event hall in which his sister's wedding was soon being held. He'd be on his way just after he grabbed a little snack, he bent over to snatch up one of the chicken lollipops, stuffing half in his mouth with an excited. "Oooh, chicken."

"Klaus!" Ben snapped again with more urgency, and Number Four hissed back at him for pestering, when another voice had him freezing in the spot.

"Oh my god, Macey call security!" His eyes fell straight to his dead brother who just shrugged, and gave a smug, "I tried to warn you." in return.

"Klaus?" That voice he recognised, and with a dramatic intake of air he spun to the apparent crowd of ladies who had gathered in the doorway behind him. Arms stretched out either side as he sing-songed. "Allison, my favourite superstar sister."

His sister looked mildly surprised, but not at all shocked, unlike the other three women who looked horrified at the scene before them.

"Beautiful as always. Oh and I love, love, love what you've done with your hair, it looks amazing~!" He beamed with excitement as he rushed forward, tossing the chicken and wiping his fingers on his pants before engulfing his sister in a hug. Bottle still in hand. "You have to give me a sneak preview of the dress, pleeease."

He gave his best puppy dog eyes as he pulled back fluttering his lashes.

Her friend's looked less than impressed and frankly still rather sceptical of the tall young man before them. Wearing black skinny jeans, a dusty pink vest and a black formal jacket, with leopard print on the front left breast and the right collar. With matching leopard print ankle boots that were obviously ladies and a glittery gold star adorning his cheekbone just below his left eye. He certainly didn't look like your regular wedding goer, especially with an entrance like that, but that was just Klaus.

Allison would never expect him to show up in a plain old penguin suit like everyone, as ashamed as she is to admit, she is actually a little surprised he showed up at all. Part of her was sure he'd be off someplace far to strung out to even attend the event; which was honestly a horrible though considering Klaus was the sole sibling that spent hours with her flicking through old wedding magazines, event guides and travel brochures during that plan your dream wedding phase most little girls went through. Vanya had never shown much interest in weddings and glamour growing up, painted nails and a little lip gloss was as adventurous as she got.

So she really shouldn't have been surprised Number Four showed up dolled up in his own unique fashion. If anyone was going to be excited for this wedding it was Klaus.

"It's okay Macey he really is my brother." She warned off her friend from calling security, before turning back to Klaus. "Not happening, you can see it when every one else does, as I walk down the isle." Allison replied, standing strong against his big Hazel eyes. Though her eyes soon fell to the bottle in his hand with a questioning look.

"Oh, I managed to save the champagne." He announced holding the bottle up and giving it a little shake, before signaling to the mess behind him with his free hand as he guiltily admitted. "The rest wasn't so lucky."

She let out a small chuckle at that, of course her brother would save the alcohol. "What are you doing here Klaus?" She asked and her brother drew in an offended gasp.

"Ah, attending your wedding. I did receive an invite after all." He stated, giving his sister a puzzled look.

"What? No. I mean here in my room, under the room service trolley cart?" She questioned.

"Oh, that! Total coincidence that I happed to find myself in your room, I mean there must he over a hundred rooms in the joint. Crazy huh! See I seem to have had a little difficulty with the beef heads playing bouncer for this event, assholes wouldn't let me in. They refuse to believe I'm a legitimate guest. So I found my own way in, I'd hire better security next time."

"Oh, well sorry about that. You should have been on their list, did you try showing them your ID?" Allison hummed in thought.

"I lost my wallet a whle back." Klaus shrugged, eyes lingering around the room. "Been meaning to get around to obtaining new ID, but haven't really had the time."

"I'll make a call and get it sorted out." She offered, watching as her brother drifted over towards the array of mini shampoo and soaps on a shelf by the ensuite. "I can make the call if you want?" Her friend/stylist Macey offered. Allison nodded before suggesting, "Maybe you could have reception send up someone to guide him to where the other guests are waiting, so he doesn't get lost." Or in any more trouble, she thought to herself.

Macey responded with a "Will do." As Allison and her other two bridesmaids observed as her brother popped caps and smelt various shampoos, a look on his face that clearly suggested he'd be pocketing the little bottles if there hadn't been so many onlookers in the room. She let out a small half amused sigh, before saying. "You can take a few if you want, I brought my own products with me."

He absolutely beamed at that, shoving as many of the little bottles as he could fit into the pockets in his jacket, with a small "Danke." He then turned back to her searching out the vanity nearby. "Oh! You wouldn't happen to have some eyeliner I could borrow, I ran out the other day." He waggled his fingers in gesture at his own makeup free hazel eyes.

She stalked over to the vanity and plucked up one of the eyeliner pens amongst the mess of makeup and handed it over to him. "Keep it, I have others."

"Eeeh!" He squealed, wrapping his arms around his sister as he announced. "You are my most favourite sister ever!"

"I know."

"And humble too." He laughed and she playfully batted his arm for being smart. And the he said something that totally threw her off balance. "Ben says congrates on the big day, by the way, and that he's proud of you miss bigscreen superstar."

Because she didn't know how to take it, because yes, seeing the dead was her brother's thing but it was also common knowledge drugs got in the way of that power. And the odds of her brother actually being sober weren't very high considering he'd skipped out of rehab early only a week or two ago. So while he might have possibly genuinely spoken with Ben, it was just as likely, maybe even more so, that he was just saying it to be nice and maybe make her day feel just that little more special.

She went with a "Thanks." That she hoped didn't sound too awkward. Turning her attention to the door when there was a firm knock, before one of the hotel staff entered.

"You wanted someone to escort a guest, miss Hargreeves." The young lady asked.

Allison didn't miss the dejected look on her brother's face, escort was probably a poor choice of word, it sounded as though he required someone to keep him from trouble. Though to be honest he probably did. "She'll show you to where the wedding will proceed, make sure security doesn't bother you again." She amended. "I need to finish getting ready if I want to make down the isle on time."

"Right! Right, of course. Well then I guess I'll see you down there sis." Klaus enthused, giving a wave as he turned to follow his guide. The inked hello that had flashed at her was certainly a new development since she'd last seen him.

"Klaus!" She interrupted holding out her hand.

"Yes?" He sent back, giving her extended hand a quizzical look.

"The champagne."

Looking down at his hand he gave a small unsteady laugh. "Oh, haha, right."