Chewing on an olive, and trying to not make a face while doing so, she scanned the crowd for familiar shaped bodies. Kratos should be easy enough to find, he wasn't exactly a small man. Thor either, if he was in attendance, regardless of masks. The former... she should probably sober up just a touch before she found him, though, or he was going to frown and get those creases at the corners of his eyes that said he was definitely not happy with what she was doing.
Maybe she could find Philotes or...
Ninkasi looked at the goddess in the gold dress straight in front of her and the god beside her. No. There was no way that was not her aunt and her husband, and Reshi was looking right at her.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Nope. There was no way that she wanted to have some sort altercation in the middle of this affair, or get the third degree about her love life -or lack there of... especially not while a little drunk and having enough anxiety issues as it was. Just... no. She'd abandon Kratos and go home before she'd let that happen in a public place.