I can relate to this. Many of my better nights were staying back in a normal pub talking and drinking until chucking out time. There was a computing lecturer who found himself at the core of student socialisation who was worth a few drinks with because of the stories he told. They might have been bullshit, but he told a good tale. That said, you had an escape strategy ready for when he had one too many. That said, once in a club I don't think the point is talking. You put on your worst dance moves and find yourself having to make your way back from a Scotswood bedsit or similar after a night with a skank who looked okay with full beer goggles.