Terrence started to grin as soon as Z appeared, getting up from his place on the couch. He laughed when he saw that their outfits were so similar in style. He'd taken his style tips from Crouch, who had apparently appreciated the sight of him in his jacket, but the jacket and jeans were a pair he wore on a regular basis; the only difference was the shirt, which he usually wore to exercise, not to leave the flat except to go for a run. It seemed to work with the outfit, though.
Not that he was interested in picking up anyone at the club, of course. Nor was he planning to drink an enormous amount, but he did plan to dance. If his appeal to gay men extended to the men at the club, he would find it very amusing.
"Thanks," he said with a grin. "But we're not staying here."
He slung an arm around Z's shoulders and steered him towards the door. "We've got a bit of a walk before we get to knock 'em dead, hope you don't mind. I'm planning on investing in one of those Muggle vehicles, but I haven't done it yet."