[ Let there be no mistake: the Red is not in any way, shape or form Ford's usual scene. Ford doesn't even have a usual scene, unless 'whatever bar happens to be closest to the docks in subarctic fishing towns' counts as a usual scene. Normally it would take a force of nature to get him in here.
But a direct invitation from a Patron Pthumerian is close enough to a 'force of nature' to count. Add in the Darkblood urge to be extremely social and you end up with a nerd normally too self-conscious for parties fearlessly flitting through the crowded theater-slash-nightclub. There are just so many interesting people here, and with just a couple of drinks in him Ford loses any and all doubt or hesitation about things like approaching complete strangers to strike up a conversation.
People he knows, on the other hand? Those are who he'd like to avoid. Unfortunately he's not entirely paying attention to who he's approaching until he gets close enough to actually single someone out, and before he processes that there's someone extremely familiar nearby, Ozpin has already turned around and made eye-contact. Ford draws up short, suddenly fumbling for what to say. After how they met and parted last time he should probably address the situation direction, so after a moment he finally settles on: ]
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But a direct invitation from a Patron Pthumerian is close enough to a 'force of nature' to count. Add in the Darkblood urge to be extremely social and you end up with a nerd normally too self-conscious for parties fearlessly flitting through the crowded theater-slash-nightclub. There are just so many interesting people here, and with just a couple of drinks in him Ford loses any and all doubt or hesitation about things like approaching complete strangers to strike up a conversation.
People he knows, on the other hand? Those are who he'd like to avoid. Unfortunately he's not entirely paying attention to who he's approaching until he gets close enough to actually single someone out, and before he processes that there's someone extremely familiar nearby, Ozpin has already turned around and made eye-contact. Ford draws up short, suddenly fumbling for what to say. After how they met and parted last time he should probably address the situation direction, so after a moment he finally settles on: ]
Ozpin. Uh... hi.