Kento was a busy outlet station, the busiest in System 14, and as the large, clunking shutters pulled down over the station's artificial atmospheric dome, shutting out the 24/7 shine of the system's binary suns, the station descended into its amplified hum of night time activity. Slap bang in the centre of Kento, was Space Jazz, the most popular bar within gravitational orbit of the larger sun. Dexter Klein was just unlocking the front door, taking a moment to check his appearance in the mirror by the entrance; his snow white hair was back-combed and spiked in the back, and he had sharp, thick, black eyeliner framing his purplish-blue eyes. He thought he looked pretty great; he had to just in case any particularly cute guys entered the bar, which they usually did.
He retreated back to the bar counter, making it look like he was doing something important as he waited for customers to start filing in.
He retreated back to the bar counter, making it look like he was doing something important as he waited for customers to start filing in.