Violet & Pixie
At some point she had pounced and hugged both Vic and Mason, whether or not Mason objected, who could say. Then she had gone to go get a cup of punch and found a place to perch so she could try to get her fingers into her cast to scratch at the itchy spots. The punch tasted a little funny, but was good despite that, and it was awfully warm inside the 'ballroom' really. Did anyone else notice that? Of course with her rosy complexion it was hard to tell that she was flushed from the vodka halfway through her second glass.
She grinned back when she saw Violet approaching her, offering a bright wave from that pink-cast covered arm. "I'm good, how are you? Did Vic find you, he was worried about you after the cave-in. If he hasn't talked to you yet, you should let him know you're alright, cause he worries and you know, he's nice and stuff so we shouldn't make him worried. Have you noticed how hot it is in here?" All of it spoken with that fading Welsh accent and at a high rate of speed.
"You look really nice, wow you have a lot of tattoos, I didn't notice when we first met, of course that's probably because we were fighting with each other, I'd really rather not fight, you know. I'd rather make friends." She seemed happy too, if rather more chatty than even usual.
Her wings buzzed and fluttered with the motions of her gesticulations as she spoke, occasionally lifting the small teenager up off of her butt and a few inches into the air. Not far, not really, but enough that sometimes she'd drop back down with a barely audible thump when she realized she was no longer sitting.