One of the small fringe benefits of regularly visiting clubs and collecting dinner from victims, was that he now had a rather... respectable stash of muggle pounds with which to spend.
He tried to stay unobtrusive with Luna, not flying in through the door at a great speed, rather waiting in the queue and paying the cover charge for him, and for Luna.
The lights were dim inside, and the music was heart-thumping. It wasn't too exclusive, but it seemed the crowd was young, and enthusiastic. There was already a very respectable sized crowd on the dancefloor, but Dennis saw an empty booth and pulled Luna to it.
"'Choo hungry, or d'you just want a drink?" he asked, all ready to head towards the bar. Dennis was in high spirits - the scent of the crowd and the roar of heartbeats was enough to give him a true high.