For a while, Terrence could tell approximately how much time had passed by how many songs they'd danced to, but eventually he lost track. He had danced quite a few times with Z, had a few more drinks, and he was nowhere near close to getting worn out. Alcohol usually made him tired, but the energy in the club and the music counteracted that; besides, he hadn't had too terribly much to drink. He wanted to enjoy himself without losing coordination, and without forgetting any of it. Any time he ventured into the Muggle world these days, he was always on his guard, even in a place like this.
Nobody could have guessed that he was on guard from the way he was moving, or from his expression. Physically, he was caught up in the music, caught up in the movement, the majority of his awareness focused on dancing.