Isaac looked at himself in the mirror again and sighed. He didn't have to go. He could give as many excuses as he wanted to. Most of them good ones. He looked at his phone, scanning through the texts. No. He had to go. He'd kick himself if he didn't. Isaac stood, feeling a little bit silly in his getup but also a little proud of himself. He'd probably spent something like 30 bucks on the stuff for this stupid costume. Alright. He'd go. Otherwise all this effort was for nothing. Besides, maybe he'd... He stopped himself from going down that road mentally. Not a good idea. Isaac pulled his coat on and made his way to his truck. He might need some of his things while he was there, after all. It took 3 tries to get the engine to turn over but it did, and he made his way towards Ron's place. He pulled up to the house and sat in his truck for a little while, just taking in the sights before he did anything. Getting his bearings. With a huff of air, he opened the door and scooched out onto his feet, leaving the comfort of the heaters. He knocked on the door in his particular rhythm. Everyone knew when he was at the door, because he always used the same knock. It was a silly habit that he couldn't seem to shake. When they door opened, the guests in attendance would be treated to the sight of Isaac wearing a sequin-covered cowboy hat, a giant pair of sunglasses, a loudly red coat with tassles on the arms, and a surprisingly good impression of Randy Savage saying [color=olivedrab]"Oh yeah, Brother!"[/color] Isaac smiled and laughed at himself sheepishly after. "Not too bad, right?"