Ken sauntered up to you.

"Hey there baby, just wondering if you wanted to, you know, come and hang out in my mojo, dojo, casa house? And I can, you know... Explain the patriachy and horses and like, play my guitar at you."

He was dressed in black sunglasses covering his eyes, light blonde hair hanging over a black headband, a minx coat hung from his shirtless frame along with black leather trousers. The way he spoke was different. Cocky and egotistical.