But also Richie was just a little hard to miss when he walked into any room, because he was both fairly tall (in a gangly and awkward sort of way, because apparently at forty he still needed to have teenaged vibes) and because he tended toward colors that weren't bright so much as loud. This might have been a Haunted Hotel, but he was dressed for a Hawaiian summer, at least on the top.
Yeah, he had questions about zombie things (who wouldn't) but Ravi also seemed like a pretty cool cat, and a funny one at that so Richie wasn't just going to make the guy uncomfortable over a drink and then leave.
Well. He might, but that was more just because Richie was an awkward dude and it wasn't like, an intent sort of deal.
"Heyyyy," he said, all toothy white smiles and an ever exaggerated handwave when he walked into the bar and assumed that Ravi was the guy at the bar. Probably because they were best friends.
Richie had, in fact, brought a bracelet to prove it.