The silence of the bar parking lot is split open by the sound of tires rolling over the recently rain-slicked pavement. The slick black sports car they belong to smoothly rolls into the parking lot, gliding over bumps in the asphalt and cutting through puddles with hardly a splash left in its wake.
The car oozes into a parking space and stops. The purr of its engine fades away as the driver's door opens and a tall, thin young man steps out. He wears a black pocket T-shirt, a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket with metal studs in the shoulders. His black hair has pronounced premature gray streaks at the temples, and is slicked back save for a single tuft in the front that refuses to stay down.
The young man adjusts his thick-rimmed black glasses, smirks, and sets off for the bar.
As he crosses the parking lot, the young man's long, carefully constructed bowlegged stride takes him through a puddle. The water flows off his acid-green high-t