Yes

I went out to the kitchen to heat up some pasta and sauce, and wolfed down my simple meal before heading back into my room to change. Allie was sat on the floor next to her bed, straightening her hair.

"Hey, Sam," she said as I entered, looking up at me with her big blue eyes. "Can I get your opinion on something?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied.

"Great!" She placed her straighteners on a heat-proof mat and leapt up to retrieve some things from her wardrobe. She turned around holding two outfits. The first was a relatively simple white top and a pair of tight black jeans; the other was a bit dressier, a red off-the-shoulder top with a schoolgirl-style pleated skirt. "I'm just not sure how dressed up to get," she explained. "I haven't really... been clubbing before."

I had been clubbing before, and in all honesty, the simple outfit was probably more suitable - this was a student night, and the clubs round here weren't exactly high-class venues, especially on a Monday night. But at the same time, I kinda wanted to see Allie in that little skirt...