Ade and Mickey
Adrian looked over at the older boy hanging on his shoulder. "Hey!", he greeted the djinn brightly. He grinned when Mickey mentioned his song, and the fae danced in place for a second, mimicking what he'd done up on stage. Like his singing, his dancing could be better, but he thought it was at least entertaining. He'd gone up there determined to perform shamelessly, and had done so even without the help of alcohol.
"Nothing wrong with water. My throat's a little dry, that's all. You having a good time?" It had seemed so from Mickey's song he'd done, a classic that Mickey had sang quite well, as far as Adrian could tell.