The young man who steps into the bar looks very much like one that we've seen before; same blond hair, blue eyes--he even has the same piercings. But this one's in boardshorts, a
wetsuit top, and the sort of coral choker that is omnipresent in surfer subculture.
Wherever it is that he came from (Manhattan Beach, consequentially), it's clear that he's never been here before in his life.
"Wicked," he breathes, taking it all in slowly. "Absolutely wicked."