When creating characters, it’s important to remember that how they dress will effect how other characters treat them. Generally, the better they are dressed, the more latitude they have in conversation. With the right accessories, one can say anything.
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“My word… That one there, the brunette in the middle, I’d say she is the most attractive. It’s not that she possesses any particularly striking features, or that she’s an eight and the others are sevens… I suppose what I’m trying to say, what’d be most accurate, is that she is, by far, the least ugly.”
“…That’s my daughter, Fred.”
“…Aptly named, I daresay. She looks like a Fred.”
“…”
“…Fred Flintstone.”
“…Who did you say you were again?”
“Uncle Phineas.”
“…You’re Monica’s uncle?”
“…Surely, I’m someone’s uncle. This is the, erm, Christening, is it not?”
Fred’s father glanced sideways to the giant banner, which read, Fred’s Bat-Mitzvah in huge purple letters. “Well…”
“Ah, I almost forgot,” said the man, extracting a thick envelope from his jacket. “Could you take this? I couldn’t find the proper table – there seems to have been some drinking.”
Taking the envelope, Fred’s father said, “Enjoy the party.”
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