There was too much going on in the club for Ransom to pay attention every single detail. It was overwhelming in many ways- all of that noise and sound blended together and created a mess of confusion for his senses. With the hooding adding a thin, nearly useless shield to block it all out, everything sounded a little fuzzy.
Of course, Ransom did spot the stranger apparently before he had realized he was there. Or maybe the man had been only pretending to not notice him and this was all part of an elaborate plan to trick him. Ransom would think up a thousand terrible things that could be an explanation before he’d ever accept that not everyone had malicious intentions when dealing with him.
The man was huge , especially considering that Ransom wasn’t particularly tall. Strange, odd details poked out about him that made the boy sitting next to the wraith on the bar uneasy. Besides his size, he was dressed all wrong. Of all things, the man’s was wearing a children’s hat that you saw at birthday parties. The stranger, probably somewhere in his thirties, was much too old to be wearing something like that.
He blushed, looking away as quickly as he could, promptly embarrassed by the behavior of the man who had yet to notice him. Just the moment had looked away, a voice spoke out and…
Ransom jumped in his seat from the suddenness of it, taking a deep jag of air. Despite that he had known the man was there, he hadn’t been expecting that he’d be spoken to. The young man looked over nervously to the man’s eyes, still feeling uneasy. He tried to get himself to respond, opening his mouth.
No sound came out the first time.
He closed his mouth and tried again, practically shaking with nervousness.
“I-I…c-c-came….” Ransom had begun to speak, but realized that it wasn’t what he wanted to say and that he had also spoken too softly considering the noise levels around here. He hadn’t appeared suddenly the way the stranger was implying. In fact, he’d been here the whole time, but the words to explain this had just passed him mind. He couldn’t think straight.
This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have listened to Griffin. I should leave, right now. I need to get out of here.
He knew, though, that he couldn’t just get up and leave. The crowds of people had been hell to push through to get in and he’d probably have a panic attack if he had to have people’s bodies rub all over him when he walked through them again.
“Um..” He stumbled once more, still speaking somewhat silently.
“I-I was…here…um…already,” This time, Ransom shouted a bit to be heard, though he felt ever so guilty about doing it. He couldn’t keep his eyes on the stranger’s anymore. He knew he should have, but just couldn’t. Thus, Ransom’s eyes diverted and he tilted his head to look at the bar tabletop, thumb running over the texture of it nervously.
“Sorry. Um..” Another mutter came from as his fingers continued to trace circles on the bar tabletop idly.