Excerpt: George

Becca wasn’t sure if this…being was a man dressed in brightest colored clothing that blinded, or a very ugly woman. It sounded like a man. Even smelled like a man.

“Tadgh!” Maverick stated. “See you are still trying for the brightest colors possible. This is George. We have a few things to talk to you about. Got a minute?”

The ‘man’ flicked his bright blonde hair up and over his shoulder. The bright clothing looked like it might look a bit renesaunse, but renesaunse never had color like this. A neon pink hat and tunic, over fluorescent green shirt. Bright yellow, with sky blue stripe pants, tucked into dark red leather high heel boots. All of this on a five foot seven body that would look to be a model if his clothes weren’t so bright.

“Of course I have time for you darling! It’s time for tea anyways.” The ‘man’ said, excitedly. He flounced to a desk in the large office of an interior design company. Becca had seen the commercial, and inspite of his looks, his designs were quite nice.