The simple outfit

"I'd go with the simple one," I replied honestly. "The other one's really nice but I don't think the clubs round here are that fancy, you'll probably be more comfortable in that one."

"Great, thanks, Sam!" she said, smiling. "Now {if Allie > 75}turn around, I need to get changed{else@}I'm going to the bathroom to get changed, don't look{endif}."

While she changed, I pulled on a different pair of jeans and a black shirt, spritzed myself with aftershave, and tousled my hair, smiling at myself in the mirror. I also changed into my nicest boxers, just in case.

When I was dressed, I quickly peeked out of the window just in time to see the mystery girl struggle to zip herself into a blue dress, the two halves finally closing over her bare back when she succeeded. I cursed myself for not looking a few minutes earlier, in time to see the rest of the show, but then realised she'd be with us at the club. Obviously I knew it would be busy and the chances of bumping into her were practically nil, but a guy can dream.

Also dressed, Allie returned to her hair and make-up. I got the impression it was going to take a while and headed back out to the common area, where Jack and Tim were already sat, chatting.