Rico makes a sound in the back of his throat, like it all makes sense now. "I'd forgot how conservative and unfashionable the early tens were," he says haughtily. He stands fully erect, his shoulders stiffening. "Respect? Admiration? I'm getting plenty. This is an original Randy Gitt. Hardly a getup. If you think I should've kept the fishnets, you should have just said so."

He eyes her suspiciously. Flushed cheeks, aversion of eye contact, defensive posture. Definitely inebriated, and clearly ashamed of her drunken state at one of her own functions.

"And you're not going to get any admiration wearing that. It's barely a step up above a potato sack." There's a pause as Rico hesitates. "Actually, in some circles wearing one would be a fairly bold statement, but I doubt it's what you were going for in this case."