While he was waiting for the door to open, it occurred to Ernie that for something that wasn't a date, it was starting off very much like one. That thought made him cough a little though he'd gotten himself udner control by the time the door opened.
When he saw Terry, his eyes widened slightly. Terry looked good. Very, very good. Really good. So good he really needed to stop staring before he buggered this up. This wasn't a date after all. This was just two mates going out on the town.
"Thanks," he said as he walked in. He was relieved that his voice sounded normal because he'd have look like a right berk if he'd sounded choked or hoarse or anything like that. "So do you."
He fished around in the pocket of his jacket and withdrew a small bronze disc. He held it up so that Terry could see it. "I got the club to send me a portkey," he explained. "I could apparate us both that far but it's been so long since I was at the casino that I can't quite remember where it is." He gave a small laugh, realising that he was babbling a bit. "It be a hell of a thing if I started the night off by splinching us both."