Gwen + Loki
Being at a party thrown by Eros, the rose-colored son of Aphrodite -the goddess she had inadvertently annoyed. angered? annoyed- sent her anxiety on one hell of a roller coaster ride but she'd been sipping on a drink and giving the goddess a wide berth. Sort of. Parker was understandably smitten and honestly, Gwen was rooting for him the entire way. Eventually after dancing and enjoying the crowd she'd lost track of the younger Spider-Man, and had actually lost track of Eddie as well.
Admittedly, not her best judgement call for social engagements but like half the town was here and she was trying to do better at it all. The social thing. Cap would probably give her the non-werewolf thumbs up for it - at least that's what she told herself for a confidence boost.
Getting a second drink, one that was picked purely based on the non-homogenous pink and blue coloring because relative density was just so cool, Gwen found her way toward an empty VIP station for the Lock & Key part of the night. It was pretty much the first time she stayed in one place for an extended amount of time, the sugary drinks paired with the atmosphere had her buzzing about the place - but mostly dancing.
She probably should have done a better job at trying to actually find the key for her lock? Which had been conveniently clipped to the hem of her skirt at the door by her request - for fear of losing it or accidentally flinging it at someone while dancing because sweaty hands plus small easily-projectile metal objects could be dangerous.
After a few minutes her spidey-sense twinged lightly to let her know that that someone was approaching, which allowed her time to pose with a smile -multiple ways- to try and find something that didn't look awkward or serial killer-ish. "Hey, are you Vinz Clortho cause— No that's stupid," she spoke to herself trying to think of something witty to say as the tingling grew as did proximity. She gently flicked a random jelly spider off her shoulder, not entirely able to see who the other person was until they came around the corner. "Did you know another name for a hairdresser is a locksmi— Heyy," the blonde said, complete with awkward finger guns as her gaze settled on her partner.