Rupert, self-styled Princeling Bear, looked with disdain on the fashionless hordes that these days crowded the bars and clubs, all regimented in their turn-upped jeans and braces, their Number 1 close cuts, their often grubby t-shirts. They had no taste, they had no style, they had no individuality. An army of soulless faces.
Au contraire, Rupert’s New Romantic Cavalier look endowed him with graces.
64 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Cavalier