"... You never really struck me as a guy that would be into dress-up, Mike." Folding her metal arms together, Vivian couldn't help but smirk a little at his proposal. In reality, it couldn't be that bad, could it? Putting on a stupid costume for a bit might be worth it in order to watch someone destroy a bottle of liquor, because that isn't exactly something you get to see everyday. Also, for all she knew, it could actually end up being a decent outfit. She certainly wasn't counting on that last part, but she did always try to look at the bright side of things. "But, I suppose that's doable." While she kept her hand resting on her arm, she did lift one finger. "However, there needs to be more rules to this. First, I don't want to do it today. As I don't trust you to not try and make me wear something really weird when you're drunk. And, if I do win, then it's the same deal. I'll pick out an outfit for you to wear." She paused for a moment, pursing her lips as she attempted to think of some more conditions. "Hmmm... Also, I'm not gonna wear any sort of servant outfit. 'Cause that's, like, demeaning and racist, and stuff."