For the first time, Dennis realised that perhaps Luna had not spent much time in the Muggle world. "Oh, Merlin I'm a git. Haven't you been out in the Muggle world before?" He feigned innocence again.
He unconsciously purposely put his hand on her knee, leaning in to talk over the sound of the crowd. "I'll get you a mixer," he said. "That's a fairly watered down wine, if that's okay?"
He waited for her answer before quickly heading to the bar. He ordered a drink for her, his gaze not leaving the sight of the brunette that he'd planned on cornering later for a quick bite. He returned, drinks in hand.
"Here you go." Sliding in next to her, he handed her a mixer - a wine that was watered down with a softdrink - something similarly sweet to a gilly water. He held his own vodka. It wasn't blood, but he had worked out that he could spend the better part of the evening on one drink, and just a few sips would do no harm. Anything clear was fine to drink.
"You like this sort of music?" he asked her, leaning in again.