Mikey peered round the Armoury door and then tugged at Adam's sleeve, trying to hold back a slightly tipsy giggle. Somebody was in there already, wearing a coconut bra. And a skirt. And it didn't look like the new Swedish ambassador.
Which was fine, really it was. He was totally supportive of people's cross-dressing endeavours. He just really hoped it wasn't Gerard.
Not that he wouldn't support his brother's cross-dressing endeavours, because he would. It was just that he wasn't quite drunk enough for that really. Not quite yet. Maybe happily on his way there. Another few swigs of whatever it was he and Adam had picked up from somewhere and he'd be fine. Then Gerard could appear in a skirt. Or a dress. Or any item of clothing of his choice because girls didn't have to wear dresses or skirts. Not if they didn't want to.
He turned back to Adam and totally failed at not giggling. "Dress," he said, clapping a hand over his mouth to hold in the noise. Birds didn't giggle.
Why he was giggling he wasn't quite sure, though. He was the one dressed in a giant puffy golden snidget suit. With his arms sticking out the side like little useless twigs. He was the one that could be happily rolled down a hill without feeling a thing. "Do you take me seriously, Adam?" he asked. "I take you seriously."