Zee throws her hands up, in the process dangerously destabilising her position on the couch. Maybe she should get up and go somewhere else, but like most everyone here she is pretty drunk and that seems like a lot of effort. "Christ, you're touchy! I like him and I've never met you. 'Short' is not an insult, it's a statement of fact. I'm short. I have accepted this." She nods to punctuate this, her expression tipsy but serene. "And he's what, nine million feet tall? It's funny, relax. Hey! Hey, Midge!" Zee abruptly crawls all over him and the couch in her haste to climb over the back of it again, flailing her legs and flipping over onto the floor behind it, waving her arms at someone across the room who begins yelling back at her just as enthusiastically.
Well thank God for that, before she put her foot in it any further. She straightens, wings askew, and points a finger dramatically at Michael. "I'll come back for you later."
That sounds like a threat.
Lee meanwhile has acquired two more drinks — mixed drinks, a Death in the Afternoon for her (who the hell brought absinthe?) and a vodka martini for him. He picked the costume, he has to deal with this. She sits back down on the couch, wobbly, listing to one side. She is very, very drunk.