Adam was very confused by Mikey tugging on his sleeve. They were going to the party, so why in the world was Mikey trying to stop him? Mikey was not getting them to the party productively. Mikey was failing at their endeavours.
Mikey was giggling, which in turn set Adam snickering, because, well, Adam did not giggle. Really. Never giggled at all. "Dress?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Mikey and then having to reach up and adjust his mask. It was itchy, and he pulled the top down slightly to scratch at his eyebrow. Then he tried to adjust it. "What about a dress?" There was someone in a dress? He started to lean over and peer around the door, but he stopped when Mikey asked him if Adam took him seriously.
He lifted the bottle he was carrying in a sort of salute. "I appreciate you taking me seriously," Adam said, very earnest. "However, please ask me that question when you're not a snidget." Because seriously. Seriously. Nobody was taking Mikey seriously tonight. Adam hoped he didn't plan to try and get laid. That was precisely why Adam had smartened up, dressed all in black, and went for the masquerade mask. Because it didn't make him look ridiculous.
Also, he was lazy, but who was keeping track of that sort of thing?