Adam snickered at Mikey's response. Of course the pie couldn't consent. Food was there to be eaten, whether it wanted to be eaten or not. Secondary uses were a distant thought after the ones about how delicious a thing could potentially taste. "I don't want to grab William's legs. You're shorter," Adam said. "You do it. I'm bigger, I'll hold him down, you tie him up. I know you like that." Adam realized what he'd just said and looked at Mikey with wide eyes. "Uh." Then he dissolved into more snickering. Because he certainly didn't giggle, not even while drunk.
Adam turned to look at the indication of new people. "Those aren't new people. That's Gerard," Adam said, like Mikey had lost it. "He's your brother. You remember that, right?" He poked Mikey rather hard in the side, because it was going to take some pretty serious poking just to make his presence felt through Mikey's costume. "Smith looks like a very pretty... uh. Bearded lady. Is that glitter?" Adam forgot about the pie and began to drift in that general direction, wrapping a hand around Mikey's wrist and tugging at him to come along.