It was at the ass-end of her shift that Delta decided that fucking going home for a game of soldiers, she was dragging Bianca... somewhere. Even if the girl didn't need it as much as she had just decided she did, Delta needed the time out. Which yeah, she was totally - and then some - capable of getting on her own, but that was so fucking far from the point. Even though, once she had thought about it, she still needed to go home first in order to change and then dump her transport. She wasn't driving B around drunk. She'd drive herself around sort of drunk, sure - drinking, at least, and you'd be amazed how you could just ride on right past the police in Scarlet Oak while shamelessly drinking from a hip-flask and they didn't even bat a damn eyelid - but not Bianca. The girl still had years left. Delta was just another dead woman walking. Something something something borrowed time something. There was a reason she lived it up.
Also, dodging one's neighbours needed to be made an olympic sport. Especially if they were the well-meaning ones that only really wanted to know how you were, but it wasn't like her life's status had really changed much since when they caught her on her way out to work. Okay, so maybe it had changed to 'really freaking bored now, kids; move it'. Or that other time when it suddenly changed, mid-conversation, to 'splitting-fucking-headache; give me a dead thing before I use you instead'. That couple had come in useful for... Well, for reminding her that transportation other than her chopper and the ambulance existed and she didn't actually have to walk all the way to the 7-11. Because the odds were that if Bianca realised she had to walk everywhere... she wouldn't. So she'd finally detached herself from her 'good neighbours' - she assumed that made her the really fucking awful neighbour - and called a cab. Come to think about it, she was probably a really fucking awful aunt as well, since you weren't supposed to break nieces or whatever out of work or insult any remaining customers while declaring yourself a pillar of society (which she was still sniggering over), you were suposed to be some kind of responsible. Huh. Well, that hadn't ever been something she was good at and she considered this proof.
As well as the fact she had effectively chosen a bar by demanding that the driver just stop the moment she just saw the word 'bar'. She wanted a drink, okay?
Well, the music was some way to good. Sort of. It wasn't quite... "Karaoke?" Seriously. Had she just stepped foot in a karaoke bar? Fuck me, the Japanese have a fuckton to answer for. Pushing her shades onto her head with no thought or care to what colour her eyes were, Delta shrugged. "So I propose enough alcohol to bleach that word from memory. Possibly forever." They should have gone to a strip club. Seedy, yeah, but no bad singing. Okay, so that girl could actually hold a tune. Good for her. But that wasn't the point.