Dale had decided that even with the full moon just around the corner and the constant feeling of dread that had him het up, nervous and full of tension, he didn't want to be a hermit and stay in on a true Wizarding holiday. He therefore decided - along with most of the Wizarding world - that he would go to Eros and party the night away.
Costume-wise, he'd decided that simple was best and therefore he'd rented a tux for the night and had attended as James Bond, his hair slicked back instead of spiky and his features enhanced by the suit. Dale hoped that the lack of naked men would stop him from wanting to take somebody home. At least that was the plan; he had no intention of fucking so close to the full with how haywire his brain seemed to go.
Getting a drink from the bar and staying there to drink it, he looked around the room and smiled to himself at how many older people were present. It was a bit different to see so many women in Eros and he decided that he didn't like the change much at all.