"Oh... that works too..." Lapine says as she deactivates the outfit and lowers the hood, pouting clearly. "Why do I never get to use my fun toys..."<br/><br/>She paused a moment and it dawned on Lapine what had been suggested, and suddenly her brow was furrowed and arms crossed, leaning in towards 'Andy' (or her mouthpiece if she was still away due to her injury not that long ago) and glaring.<br/><br/>"Excuse me! I'll have you no I'd NEVER be able to get drunk unless you shoved a tube of hurlg straight up my ass!" Lapine said, somewhat proudly. "My liver, pancreas, and all those fun organs are just TOO good at their job! Also, some might think it racist for you to suggest a dwarf has a drinking problem you know?<br/><br/>"SO! If you want me to comply with such a 'degrading' and 'insulting' plan, I have 3 conditions:" Lapine held up a finger to begin counting. "First: cuffs go on in front so it's more comfy. Second: Andy - or whoever is serving as Andy's proxy - has to carry my 'drunk' self over her shoulder. Finally Third: once I stick my subloads into this kangaroo pocket to keep them doubly hidden... let's make sure the VIP-blanket only covers my top half, and that as you're carrying me my hoodie-dress just happens to have ridden up so that I end up mooning all the cameras... mostly because I enjoy the flashing and attention..."