It was going on ten, and people made their way down the sidewalk toward the club. It was Saturday night, so that was also a factor in the numerous scantily clad individuals ready to lower their inhibitions and expectations. The three of them climbed out of the truck, and Izzy adjusted her skirt and pulled her tank down so it at least covered her belly. When Maria had come over, seen her in a pair of jeans and semi tight t-shirt, she had shaken her head, grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. She had then proceeded to rummage through her closet until she found an outfit that she approved of. Izzy wasn’t a small girl by any means, and at a size sixteen she tended to cover up the majority of her skin out of self-consciousness. These were her clothes, but ones she had not worn in a very long time. She felt naked in them, and despite Caleb and Maria praising her on how nice she looked, Izzy still felt exposed in a very uncomfortable way. But this was what she wanted. She was actually surprised they even fit her still.
