Indie had to admit that he wasn't exactly fond of some of his brother's choice of company. There were drug and alcohol gods here for fuck's sake and that sort of thing didn't fly with him. But Emo had kept his mouth shut at Indie's party a month ago and Indie could only repay the favor by - grudgingly - keeping his trap shut as well. He knew the kind of place the music industry was, in general, and he knew that by being at any sort of event like this he was bound to run into things that made his straight-edge brain hurt. Intensely.
Which was why he perked up and took notice when a god not affiliated with either music of illicit substances walked into the room. His gaze shifted off in the direction of a god younger than him in appearance but older than him in being. Amused. Seemed he might be able to get a little reprieve from all the drunk rockstars afterall.
As casually as he could, he excused himself from his conversation (wondering for a moment where his child had run off to before realizing that she was a big girl and could handle herself in present company) and made his way over to Caffiene. A smirk rest on his lips, tugging on his vest to straighten it a bit before tossing messy, curly hair out of his face.
"Don't think I saw your name on the RSVP list," he smirked as he came up on the other god. "Good to have you here, though. At least someone isn't gearing up to get a bunch of mortals trashed tonight, hm?" He extended a hand, "Indie. My brother's hosting the party tonight."