slacks

Sitting at the desk was a man in his mid- to late 40s, balding, conventionally dressed in slacks and an Oxford shirt, no tie.

Crown emerges from the bedroom with a pair of flat black slacks, the cloudy detritus of afterbirth splayed across the seat.

In a tucked-in black t-shirt and slacks, the seemingly average Joe shimmied and shaked to the bassline.

She, slightly taller, is arrayed all in white—creamy slacks and a virgin wool sweater.

The corollary being, if she slacks off, even a teensy bit, anything that goes wrong is her fault.

She was a dark woman who might have been thirty years old, and who wore a white shirt and slacks.

His normal attire was T-shirt, cotton slacks, sometimes the T-shirt covered by a shirt, flannel or cotton shirt.

I changed clothes to a suit from slacks, and went to the house of my babysitter.

He was of medium height, stockily built, inconspicuously dressed in a blue short-sleeved tunic, gray slacks and sandals.

A slender young man in a green jacket and cream-colored slacks was standing near the foot of the gangplank.