The sound of the music increased as Thomas got closer to the Blue Moon Nightclub. It was packed, he could deduce that much from the amount of people outside, who were waiting for a chance to get in, but the guard was stopping them. He couldn't deny Thomas entry though, no pesky little guard was going to stop him from spending the night there. The Blue Moon nightclub was one of Thomas' new favorite haunts. There was always something to do there. Sometimes there was a big party, but he could always go and get a drink and perhaps pick up a woman to take back to his room at the Leaky Cauldron. He had always been a party guy, and a heavy drinker too, so really, it was the perfect place for him. When there wasn't much to do at Malfoy Manor, he usually came here, and now there wasn't really much to do at all.
Thomas ran a hand through his hair, it was one of his many perks. It did sort of make his hair seem carelessly untidy, but it only added to his attractiveness. He was dressed in a white striped button shirt and jeans. Nonchalantly, Thomas tried to enter the club, and the guard, predictably, stopped him. Expecting this, Thomas turned towards him with a scowl on his face. "Are you going to stop me?" he asked with a sneer, speaking loudly over the music. "Do you know who I am, you ignorant son of a -" The guard though, perhaps finally recognizing him, unhanded him and apologized. It was one of the many benefits about being a Lestrange, they were notorious, but respected too (or feared), either way, he could get pretty much anyone to do anything for him if they knew who he was. Thomas grinned, and deciding not to cause any further trouble, he entered the club.
The music was unbelievably loud inside, literally beating against his chest. It wouldn't be good for his hearing sure, but he never much cared about the physical dangers of his habits. He brushed aside dancers as he made his way to the bar to get a drink. After getting himself a firewhiskey, Thomas looked around for some company. It was jam packed there, and there were plenty of women but he found the best looking girl there quickly and easily - a dark haired, caramel skinned girl , sitting at a, surprisingly, empty table. She looked strangely familiar too, as if he had seen her before. He shoved aside more people as he made his way over "Looking for company?" he asked. She would recognize him for sure, there weren't many who did not know Thomas Lestrange. And if she was smart, she wouldn't reject him either, that had never happened before. Thomas knew that women always craved power in one of its forms, and the Lestranges had it all.