"Hey, Saporta." Mikey bumps Gabe's shoulder and steals his drink, emptying half the cup in one long swallow. "Good show tonight."
"Good show every night, Mikeyway. For I am Gabe Saporta. And we are Midtown." He proclaims it, intoning from on high and Mikey giggles like Gabe knew he would. He and Mikey go way back, further than him and Gerard, but not by much. Mikey's a buddy. Gerard's always been on the outskirts, hanging on by virtue of being related to Mikey, though now his name usually comes first when people start talking. A few people have started rumors, that Mikey's pissed at Gerard for claiming the spotlight, but anyone who really knows Mikey knows that he's happier being in Gerard's shadow than he would be anywhere else in the world. Mikey needs the music, and the fact that he has it and his older brother means Mikey's probably the happiest guy in the world most of the time. "Also, you owe me a drink."
"Yeah, yeah." Mikey leans against him and the wall, surveying the crowd. "You have plans for tonight?"
- romanticalgirl's Want to Kiss the Sky