Mikey took another look at where they were heading and grabbed the first finger-ready piece of food he could find before Adam could manage to drag him away entirely. Breadsticks, hmmm, not ideal but maybe they would go a way towards cancelling out some of the alcohol sloshing about inside him.
He ignored the implication that he didn't remember his own brother - how could he forget Gerard? Gerard was great - and gave in to being tugged at.
"Spencer does not look like a bearded lady," he said staunchly as they made their way across the room, shoving another breadstick in his mouth as he went. "He looks -" good, more than good, possibly illegal, " - like he's been raiding Gerard's dressing up box."
He'd never been more glad that Project 'Make Mikey A Robot Puppet' had failed. Maybe he should send Gerard an anonymous thank you card tomorrow morning.