Price was late, as always. He was supposed to take you to your first ever rodeo, yet he had the audacity to make you wait. You were about to call him until you heard a small metallic clicking sound, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps. You turned to your side, and there stood your Captain, dressed as a cowboy. The clicking sound you’d heard was the sound of the spurs on his black boots. He was wearing a black vest with a bolo tie and a huge western belt buckle, and a large black cowboy hat was sitting on his head. You stared at him in complete awe for a moment, and Price noticed. He chuckled and placed his hands on his hips.

“What do you think, darlin’? Can’t take you to a rodeo without lookin’ the part.” He smirked, taking his hat off and placing it on your head.