Mikey glared at Adam and resisted the urge to poke him in the eye with his one remaining breadstick. Friends didn't hurt friends, no matter how occasionally annoying they were. Nonetheless it was a good thing that Gerard had just called out to him. There was a quiet voice in one corner of his mind saying he could blame blinding incidents on alcohol.
He preened a little at the mention of his costume, feeling slightly less embarrassed than he had been a second ago. "You're one of those Muggle police!" he said, finally putting together the components of Gerard's outfit. He'd seen a poster about people dressed like Gerard was once. They were fighting something the text had described as an alien but which in his eyes had looked more like a mutated giant Graphorn with severe mucus problems. "Do you have a laser shooter?" Because wow, that would be cool. Gerard and William could fight.
Beyond Gerard, though, was Spencer. In all his costumed glory. Mikey coloured (it was hot in his suit!), mumbled something a bit like hello, and then shoved the final breadstick in his mouth.