Violet & Pixie
Loose likely wasn't going to be an issue with her, she's outgoing and friendly, mostly laid back anyway. Alcohol though tended to exacerbate whatever emotion she was feeling, along with making her flushed and warm feeling. It just meant she was going to annoy people with her hugging and her babbling before too much longer.
"Thank you, I didn't really have much time to do any sort of real work, but I borrowed a sewing machine and had some material from a dress I managed to scrounge up and so I made it and it turned out pretty good if I say so myself, which I usually wouldn't but I'm really proud this time and whoa! Your tattoos get all bright! That's so cool!" She paused halfway through whatever it was she had been babbling about and reached up to touch one of Violet's tattoos gently, somewhere on the periphery, a shoulder or arm, somewhere not too personal for touch anyway. "Are they really tattoos or are they just a part of your skin?"
"Nuh uh, I had a headache but nothing more than an aspirin would fix. Although the dispensary nurse didn't wanna give me aspirin because of something called rice syndrome or something silly like that, but only kids get that and I tooold her I was 18 and even though I don't think she believed me it was okay." She nodded, flicking and fluttering her wings gently as she spoke, rather like some people gesticulated with their hands, she did that and with her wings as well. "And ya know, it's not a big deal, it was an arena thingy we had to do it, and you tried not to hurt me like I would've tried not to hurt you and that's fine and everything, really!" She wasn't much of a fighter, but then most likely weren't when they first arrived. She'd learn and Vic was helping her pick up a few moves already.