Two shots at the bar, with a Jack Daniels to go and then there was Bianca's drink. Blowing a kiss at the bartender, she took the glass that wasn't hers to B and handed it over. The jackass at the bar had put a straw in her Uncle Jack. You see a chick wearing leathers and you really go and put a yellow straw in her whiskey. Really? Pulling it out, she sucked the rest of the whiskey out of the straw and dropped it on the table. Yeah, classy as all hell, she knew, but she really didn't give a damn. Did she really look like the kind of woman who had a straw in anything other than those cocktails that she never drank? That answer being no. Unless someone was about to go ahead and spike her milkshake. "They're blessed," she answered to the first half of Bianca's comment. They looked kind of a lot like her, then she guessed they were kind of a lot blessed. Whether that was actually a good thing or not was open to interpretation seeing as how neither of them reacted to the holy stuff at all well. Delta hadn't even looked up from her glass to look at the woman in question, pride still stinging over the addition of a straw while those two shots from earlier simultaneously took the edge off. Really, though, why would she care if someone happened to look a lot like her?
Unless the woman in question managed to make her way into her face to boot. Wow. She kind of did look a lot like her. Only younger and obviously not her. "Hellooooo," Delta automatically mimicked, not feeling 100% stranger-friendly. Mostly because of the straw-incident. She raised her glass to take a sip, watching the other woman over the top. If she was expected to go ahead and have a conversation with some kind of miniature twin, then she wanted her drink. There was the whole invasion of personal space thing going on too, and wouldn't it be just awesome if people didn't simply pull her name out of the fucking ether when she wasn't wearing a goddamn name badge? "Gee, I guess I'll just have to take that allegedly self-serving compliment for what it is." She attempted a grateful smile and only really succeeded in producing her usual smug smile. Delta knew what she looked like. Except when she didn't and then a headache was right around the corner. She had only just come back from the bar, though. "Given how much we seem to look alike, yeah, you would. But I gotta ask when you became old enough for either of us to apparently inherit." It bugged her. It really did. What bugged her even more was that if any of this was a lie? Bitch was fucking good at it. Delta didn't know whether to be impressed or just a little nervous. Right then she was willing to settle for drunk.