Of late, Terry had been even more of a hermit than he usually was during the Quidditch season. Between practice, extra practice, the fascinating research he'd been doing since Rome, and making sure he was well rested for games, there had hardly been time for anything else. But with Christmas just next week, and none of his shopping finished he'd decided that with no more games until Feburary, tonight was as good as any to take the night off.
So after practice he'd gone out, gotten gifts for his family and a few friends, gotten them all wrapped, and with some time left before his self-imposed curfew had decided a quick stop at Wingbeat was in order. It had been awhile since he'd been dancing, and that was a shame. He wasn't a good dancer, far from it, but he enjoyed it and it was good stress relief. He knew that Thursday was LGBTQ night, and it was his favorite night to go if he could because no one got offended if he turned them down for a dance or anything else. And who knew, maybe he'd run into Dennis. He hadn't seen the other man in quite some time, and enjoyed his company. He thought he might be something of a regular at Wingbeats, or as much of a regular as his schedule would allow.
Once in the club, he made his way to the bar to order a non-alcoholic drink. Just because he was having a cheat night, and the League was on break, didn't mean he was going to cheat on everything. There was a good sized crowd, so he settled in to wait until the bartender or waitress was available to take his order. He didn't mind; he enjoyed watching the crowd.