Ryker blew out a breath that concealed a small laugh as Abby just burst into song. "You are amazing just the way you are." He repeated with a smile, then rolled his eyes slightly. "You've only dragged me because I LET you. But yes, save your strength. You'll need it." He teased.

"Don't underestimate me! But I also know your weakness" she grinned and circled him with her hands on her hips, trying to think up a outfit. "I wanna put you in a suit!!! Please!?!?"

Ryker laughed before narrowing his eyes. "I don't have a weakness." He sniffed jokingly, then looked shocked and a bit appalled at her next words. "Noooo no suit no no no how I am supposed to ride horses or muck stalls or toss hay in a SUIT? I CAN'T EVEN PLAY A GUITAR IN A SUIT." He protested strongly.

"The back of your knees beg to differ. And just for A LITTLE BIT!!!! PLEASEEEEE!!!" She pulled on his arm like a little kid. "Just a few pictures!" She suddenly stopped with a smile "date night!"

"I can run faster than you! Or I can wrestle you away from me! Or I can hide!" Ryker whined, waving a hand in the air. "A LITTLE BIT IS WAY. TOO. LONG." He huffed, his eyes narrowing slightly. "And I don't like pictures being taken of me. I always look like a scarecrow in clothes." Ryker snorted his protest. "I MIGHT be able to go for a date night BUT I can dress up without wearing a suit!"

Abby rolled her eyes with a pout. "You are NO fun!" She sighed. "Just atleast try one on for me? I'll dress up too!"

Ryker squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for what seemed like an eternity before letting his shoulders sag. "FINE."

"YESSS!!!!" She grabbed his arm and dragged him to the car, jumping in and driving for about ten minutes to a dress and tux shop. "Ok! Who first? Wait! I wanna pick a dress! Come on!" She jumped out and practically ran into the store, immediately stopping to gaze at the dresses, spotting one in the back corner.

Ryker immediately knew he was going to regret that decision- big time. He resisted a little while being dragged to the car but finally got in with a sigh, preparing himself mentally by running a hand through his hair. He slowly, very slowly, got out of the truck and tenatively ambled into the store, looking around with a slight wince. Everything was PERFECT. Beautiful suits and rows, immaculate shelves- even the employees looked amazing. Like they spent 5 hours that morning on their hair only. Comapred to his slightly dusty flannel shirt and holy (hehe) jeans, he looked like a hobo. Ryker slowly followed Abby to the back, half expecting someone to scream at him to leave.

Abby closed his eyes. "Go pick a suit!" She grabbed the dress she wanted to try on and took off for the dressing room