Violet & Pixie
People believed what they wanted to, if one put on a genuinely happy mask then those around one tended to be happy, and well eventually you'd start to believe it yourself. How much of her happiness was real and how much of it was just a matter of her wanting it to be real is hard to discern, especially to herself. Tonight was a good night, so far though, and even though like everyone else she had stuff underneath the happy, it was mostly a genuine sense of warmth and glee that exuded from her. That and tipsy beyond all rights to be so.
A bright little squeal of delight escaped her when those tattoos lit up like that, both hands coming together to be clasped before her chest as she bounced in place. "Oh that is so cool!" She beamed up at Violet and after a moment looked back down at the tattoos again, so neat. "Yeah, I could get away with the pink hair like that, just dye, they'd buy it." She nodded, she had put pink streaks into the blonde before it had turned pink.
"Uhm, it tastes a little funny, like there's this weird aftertaste but maybe it's just the type of punch mix they used. Otherwise it's pretty good. This is my second cup." the cup waved faintly, half-full-ish. "You wanna sip of mine? I don't mind sharing."