Coyote has an acute grasp of Guns, and there is an understanding between them. By arriving in disarray, this connection has been violated.
Luckily, the appearances of Raven and The Girlfriend are a suitable distraction, and Guns claps again. He moves over to Rave and opens his arms in a horizontal 'V', highlighting her get-up. "This," he says, "is right." He then turns to Coyote, maintaining his Vanna White impression. "This, is wrong." Dropping his arms, Guns' attention returns to Raven and his -- bird. Guns stares it down for a moment, as though waiting for it to get scared, before he grins and turns his smile on the two latest guests. "Glad you could make it!" He gives Rave a shameless once over, and determines that she's fairly cute -- her attitude might serve to enhance how attractive she is. The peyote is a brilliant idea, so long as everyone is willing to sleep over -- with effects up to twelve hours, they'll end up wandering to the roof, where there's a pool and jacuzzis, and probably liking each other much more than they typically would.
Then, Guns has to focus his attention on Coyote, which leads to the onset of anger all over again. If they had been alone, he would have treated the god like a combination of a rag doll and a punching bag, but this is as close to 'in public' as Guns gets, and finally he just comes behind Coyote and starts frog marching him to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up," he grinds out through gritted teeth. He knows exactly what Coyote's insides like, but if he didn't, he would be whispering about how he wanted to see them. Lowering his voice, so the others can't hear, his mouth goes to the god's ear and snarls, "I don't know what the fuck kind of pre-party you decided to throw, but I am not impressed." The bathroom is down a shorter hall that branches off the living room, and once they're out of sight, he can't resist banging Coyote's head into the wall before shoving him into the bathroom. "Wash the blood off. And change." The bathroom is spacious, and the tub is instantly filled with hot water, and the costume is sitting on the counter. "You have fifteen minutes." And with that, he shuts the door and rushes back to the living room.
All smiles and elation with that out of the way, Guns makes a beeline for the first jar of paint. It's red, and he holds a paintbrush in the other hand. "Who would like to do the honors?"