Beetlejuice could be heard cackling from the kitchen as Ash opened the floodgates to the cursing. He was digging around for more cheap booze when a hilariously dumb, drunken idea popped into his head. He grinned mischievously and flew upstairs to snoop. 

When he returned he was wearing a set of lacy lingerie that had clearly been left behind by a college girl, one much smaller than him. He waltzed into the living room and did a spin, arms in the air. 

"Whatcha' think, Ashy? Is pink my color?" He grinned stupidly.