Though Addie was a huge fan of both music and illicit substances of all types, the fact that he was in a category all his own in the nightlife was never far from his mind. A fact that did often slip those erratic thoughts of his was that though he looked like any other barely legal scenester, he was actually a lot older than many of the gods who evolved in most recent times. It wasn't a hard thing to forget, though, as Caffeine's hyperactivity and immaturity often pair together to make him act like your average twenty one year old.
But, typical scenester as he was, most people knew Caffeine when they saw him. His dynamic smile covered his face when he saw Indie wander over to him, which flinched at the mention of an RSVP list, but stronger than ever as the boy went on.
"No, no, in fact, many of them use me to sober up!" He said quickly, wiggling the Pepsi in his hand for added point, "or, you know, stay up to get more trashed. Either way. But, they're mortals, they'll do what mortals do," his sentance was topped off by a sip of his drink, which he immediately transferred to his other hand to take the one offered to him.
Instead of saying his own name, as might have been expected, he repeated, "Indie? I heard Emo was throwing this party," before realizing it made sense for the two to be related, and replaced his slightly confused expression with his bright smile once more and continued immediately to the next subject. "Indie, huh? This party must bug the shit out of you."