It was a wonder someone didn't get an eye poked out or a busted nose what with all the flailing and kicking Mao and Ariel got up to. Mao was more than a little excited to see his band mate could dance in a similar style, his eyes lit up with all the possibilities. What other dances did Ariel know? How much more attention could the two of them garner? Would they be able to perhaps choreograph some sort of paired routine? It was all too much for Mao's drunken mind to process at the moment, so instead he just stuck his fingers in his mouth and whistled enthusiastically while Ariel boogied. It was over far too soon, but Mao was satisfied.
"You earned it." He reached out to give Ariel a companionable clap on the back (couldn't quite reach his shoulder without looking awkward.) "One beer, coming up! Right this way, Dancing Queen." With that, Mao guided Ariel through the crowd. The guy seemed like he was a bit worn out and tipsy, so Mao was simply providing him some help. Not using his drunkenness as an excuse to paw him up or anything. Really.
It was a little quieter by the booze station, though a few people were milling about, getting beer or lining up shots. Mao filled a cup for Ariel, then one for himself. Though Mao was small and slight, he tolerated alcohol decently. Or maybe it just looked that way. It took quite a bit for his body to not function properly, his powers kept everything in check. His mind could be blasted to hell, but he'd still be able to walk a straight line.
"So, you don't just sing but dance too?" Mao laughed, pausing to take a sip of beer before starting to tease. "What's it like being such a stereotypical theatre kid?"