Sheâs given up trying to keep the girl out of her closet ( & honestly, the smile on her face was totally worth it â questionable fashion choices & all, though she wonât admit to it. ) Allison sits with her legs crossed, only half paying attention to which clothes get a nod of approval & which get that small sound sheâs now associated with her disapproval. Oh but she really should have been watching more closely, because sheâs now holding a top she recalls buying a while back, more on impulse than anything.   â Isnât that a bit much? I mean, tonightâs not even a big deal. Whatâs wrong with what I had set aside? â  & brows are raised, a mock expression of hurt coloring pale features, though she canât help the amused smile that sheâs fighting to bite back â revealed by the small quirk of her lips.
   âIf you think thatâs too much, then I HATE to be the one to tell you that youâre completely && totally wrong.â How could she even say such a thing ?? The top was BARELY dressy -- just verging on cocktail chic ( not that they were going out for cocktails -- but the dress code was appropriate for a DATE NIGHT ). âYouâre putting it on, Allison,â she commands, crossing lithe arms across her chest. âEVERYTHING is wrong with what you picked out -- I mean, thatâs BASICALLY a t-shirt. You canât wear a t-shirt on a DATE !!âÂ