Mao grinned and grabbed hold of Jack's hand, giving it a squeeze one wouldn't expect from such a shrimp. "I'm Mao!" Jack looked like an appropriate band guy, longish hair, cool 'I am a musician' vibe. Mao could imagine him smoking a cigarette and brooding over song lyrics. Well, kind of, the smile sort of destroyed that illusion.
While subjecting Jack's hand to a hearty shake, Mao's gaze was lured behind him at the other members. There was a girl who fit the rocker chick look perfectly, dyed hair, sexy eyeliner, all feisty maybe too. And cute. Real cute. And another bonus point, she looked his age! Lucky, lucky. He couldn't help but grin a littlw wider.
He had just let go of Jack's hand when person number three stood up, and when he did Mao's eyes went a little wide and his lips pressed together into a thin line, the corners turning up just slightly. It was the look of someone trying not to laugh and being totally obvious about it. Was that guy wearing a bowtie? He looked like he fell out of Leave it to Beaver! He couldn't possibly be in the band, he was probably just someone's brother. At least that's what Mao thought until he opened his mouth and made a joke about not having a name anymore because of the band.
"Uh," Mao breathed a laugh, stepping toward the garage. "Yeah, nice to meet you guys. Is this everyone?" His eyes cut to Mr. Bowtie and he couldn't help himself, "Is that a costume?"