She wasn't really ready for Greg Avazon when she saw him standing outside her patio garden gate. She wondered who the tall, attractive girl was with Marla, but she kept her tongue and asked them in.
Becca threw her hand over her mouth, eyes bulging. "Omigod! Greg!"
He wore a colorful daylight puppy print blouse, button down the front and loose at the waist. He had fastened some carnival jewelry to emphasize the open neck. The white linen slacks were tucked into black ankle boots, slightly scuffed to complete the masculine whim.
They all sat around in the modest living/den area and sipped white wine. The mood was festive.
"We are going to introduce you to our favorite night spot," Marla began and glanced at Greg. "It's called the One-Up Club. Maybe you've heard of it?" She leaned forward to be closer to Becca. "We go dressed as we are now. There are many others with similar interests."