"Oh, hell no. You aren't going out like that." Johnny's eyebrows furrow together in annoyance, resting his hands on his hips.

At his words, a frown crosses Kenshi's face. "What? What are they wearing?"

"That's a good question," Johnny quips, shaking his head like a disappointed parent. "If you could see what I'm seein', you'd go blind from shock... again!"

With a small sigh, Kenshi's hand finds your shoulder. "Go get changed, kid. We'll wait for you."

"Who's we?"

"Johnny."

"I'm kidding!"