Twee didn't notice him right away, too busy having her own conversation with the momentarily zombie-fied lead singer of her dad's band. Apparently he'd been attacked by some ultra-powerful demon-slash-ghost-slash-whatever and narrowly escaped with his life. It was like telling a little kid a story - complete with all the "Whoa!", "OMG!" and "Then what happened!?" reactions.
But then he finished his story and Twee looked away from Mac for a moment, catching the other god on the other side of the room. She debated whether she should go right over there or not, or if she should just wander until she ended up next to him. In the end, Twee had never been the subtle sort, so she just picked up her drink (which was some unnatural shade of bright pink) and made her way over.
Her heels gave her about a four-inch boost, but she still didn't come anywhere close to his height. She supposed that was unavoidable. Twee tugged on his sleeve, much like she'd done the first night they'd met. "You made it much earlier than I expected you to," she said with a small smile.