Violet & Pixie
Well, at least she was only exacerbating her own emotions, Violet pushed the emotions of others around her. Usually reflecting things outward onto others which made it very easy for her to be the life of the party. Just being in her presence could, easily, make a person feel good.
"Yep, they do," she was picking up the happy from Pixie and loving it. It was always fun to be around someone who was genuinely happy and not just putting on a brave face. There were a lot of brave faces on Revolve. Just because she could, when Pixie touched her, she let the light pick up from where her fingers were and run up and down her arm to her fingertips. It was occasionally fun to entertain people like that. Her tattoos were sometimes her favorite things and sometimes the things she hated the most about herself. For the moment though, they were wonderful.
"Just skin," in truth they were nothing more than skin that reacted like lightning bugs or fireflies, reacting to some kind of stimulus and lighting up to push her emotions outward and trap the brain in a way. "But when you don't want people to look twice, you say tattoos. They buy that." Like it was some kind of secret.
It was hard to miss Pixie's wings, even as she listened to what the girl had to say. At least their fight hadn't caused any lasting damage. If she wasn't angry enough to kill, then Violet would really rather not hurt people. "You like the punch?" She was almost certain that the punch was spiked and Violet wanted to get some, if only because it was nice to let her own hair down so to speak.