"Someone has been hitting the paranoia pastries a little hard," William said sympathetically. He tucked his arm through the crook of Mikey's elbow, squeezing in a bit closer to the jelly as a result. "There, now you can't go down without taking me with you, and I am feeling very sturdy tonight."
Less sturdy as the night progressed, possibly, but he was in much better shape than Mikey. Or Pete. Or Adam. Or most of the people here, honestly. How had he gotten so far behind on the inebriation scale?
"I see you told Spencer about the circus thing," he commented, nodding his head toward the whip-wielding ringmaster in question. "I commend you for your bravery. And you still have your testicles, somehow. How did that work out?"