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Hugo kept swallowing and it was rather... distracting. But Eric did his best not to pay too much attention to it, instead looking back at the dancing crowd. It was made up almost entirely of males. A lot of them were attractive but some of them looked more on the creepy side. Eric was used to it, though. He'd been to enough bars and clubs to know that some creeps always ended up lurking. He sighed, shaking his head slightly and rubbing a hand over his face before yawning. He was tired and kind of bored but the thought of just going home alone, surrounded by guns, just waiting for someone to tell him to go "hunting." He'd killed before, as young as he was. Just twenty years old. It wasn't something he liked to talk about. Or think about. Death wasn't something he enjoyed.

"I've seen people dance.. Just not like that." The words made him look over again, brows raised curiously. And then Hugo was moving and Eric tensed, eyes locked onto his hands, prepared to reach for a knife if he pulled out a wand, but instead Hugo asked a question, one that brought a light blush across his cheeks. "Want to show me how its done?" The muggle blinked, taken aback, biting his lip. "I, uh, I'm really not a great dancer..." he mumbled which wasn't really true, he was a fine dancer, he just hadn't danced in a long time. But he started to get up, anyway, leaving his nearly empty mug on the table. "If you don't mind me stepping on your feet I guess I can show you..."

The man - possibly wizard - thanked him and Eric shrugged, waving a hand with a friendly smile as he continued to watch the red head. He took his seat across from him and Eric arched a brow curiously, letting a low chuckle when the stranger ended up spilling some of his drink onto his fingers. The sound, however, faded as the stranger brought his fingers to his lips and licked the alcohol off of them. Oh. The Dursley blinked, amused, but turned his eyes away, gazing out at the crowd. He couldn't allow himself to be distracted. His body was already tensed, muscles coiled as he waited. He knew that, if this was a wizard, he would most likely have his wand with him. Eric could get away with sneaking a knife or two into a club - which he had done tonight, of course - but sneaking a gun into a place like this wasn't easy and he hadn't bothered to bring one with him which meant the wizard would have an advantage over him. Just one, quick flick of his wand could render Eric paralyzed or dead. Eric was aware of this. Honestly, magic freaked him out. He didn't hate it, though. He respected it. He also just kind of wished it didn't exist.

A few minutes passed of silence between the two men and Eric, once again growing curious, returned his eyes on the red-haired man. He was watching the dancing crowd as if he had never seen anything like it before. Has he never been to a club before? he thought, taking another sip of his drink, which was by now no longer cold, but it would be a waste to just let it sit there. Another moment of silence passed and the stranger finally looked back at him though instead of speaking he took a drink from his mug. Eric was patient as he watched him swallow, letting his hands curl around his own mug just to have something to do with his hands. "My names Hugo, by the way. Yours?"

Ah, finally! A name! Quickly, Eric did a run through of all the names of Death Eaters that he knew of. Hugo was not one of the ones that he knew, but he knew it was all too easy to fake a name. He did it often. "I'm Eric," he introduced himself, voice quiet, lips twitching into a half smirk, "Have you never seen people dance before, Hugo?"