If it was against Marietta's better judgement, it was against Godric's judgement period. The last time any group of people had assembled at the nightclub (he wasn't even sure what that sort of building was anyway, but there were lots of lights and strange music and alcohol), he had declined. Being one of the oldest people in the village had its ups, but also its downsides, and since most of the villagers were young enough to be his children-if-he-had-them, well...
But maybe someone he knew would be there. It wasn't like Godric to feel awkward or out of place, though he still felt lingeringly so each time he discovered yet another thing about the future that he struggled to wrap his mind around. Like all of the things in that Muggle shop, or some of the things he had read about in books about the future. It was easier just to smile and nod his head than actually try and understand any of it. Still, he did feel like he didn't really blend in with the rest of the crowd as he slipped inside and made his way to the most familiar part of this establishment: The bar.
At least he knew what most of the drinks at the bar were. And admittedly, when he saw someone who looked a little closer to his age, it made him relax just a tad. Of course, even Godric knew that he couldn't quite say it that way, so instead he just nodded a hello. Maybe she was someone he had spoken to over the journals?