Grease Lightning? Noa

He's as slick as an oil spill. Smooth like butter. As cool as ice. He moves with the swagger of a movie star, with enough confidence and charm to make the prettiest girls swoon. Silky smooth black hair smoothed back across his head. Lips curled in a taunting smirk, while his penetrating gaze is masked by this dark shades. His crisp leather jacket sits on his shoulders perfectly and compliments his faded jeans and white undershirt. A typical greaser, or bad body, or whatever you want to call it. Everything about him is fresh and pristine. Nothing can stop this juggernaut of cool and fashion. Except maybe an innocently placed root that just so happens to ensnare his foot as he walks by. The greaser tumble flat on the floor, his pitch black shades cracking, his smooth hair becoming tousled, and his leather jacket becoming stained with dirt. He quickly gets up and looks around quickly, making sure no one has seen his embarrassing fall, but of course we all had. A look of annoyance is smeared across his face as he quickly escapes the scene.