Now the advantage of all of this was that it definitely wasn't going to be getting boring anytime soon. No one was freaking out, sure, but she didn't think that they were exactly calm either since Delta was knocking her drink back like that and Bianca had managed to finish her as well. Judging by the way that the latter swayed slightly she wasn't used to drinking that fast. Good, she'll be easy to push over the edge. I look forward to seeing what both of them are like drunk. Being given permission to call Bianca 'Bi' hardly even registered because whether the girl liked it or not she was doing it. Girl was her great-granddaughter and she was going to call her whatever the hell she wanted to. "Did I hit on a nerve there?" Persephone asked when she got that look from Delta. There was no way that it hadn't bothered her. Persephone had sorta seen those girls grown up and she saw right now that Delta had eventually gone looking for her sister's kid. That meant something. She wasn't exactly sure what it meant, but it was something.
"Take my word on it, you got those eyes from her side because they didn't come from your dad's." Blue-eyed people didn't make brown-eyed people and that was just a really simple fact that even Persephone had picked up on and she'd never gone to school. For what it was worth Delta seemed to just be going along with what she was saying. Bianca... obviously not so much. Now why was that? She wouldn't have thought either of them to be just the trusting sort. The opposite, really. They were demonic after all. "My name's Persephone, not that it makes much of a difference because you wouldn't know it. Your father grew up in a series of foster homes because I'd be damned if I was going to take care of the mewling thing." She studied under her nails idly before giving her fingers a flick like there had been dirt underneath. And there it was, that reaction from Bianca was more like what she'd been waiting for. "Good for you, Bi, got the skepticism going on. But I can't read your mind so I don't know what you want me to do. Bet it's something unpleasant." Turning, she accepted the drinks when they came and passed them out. "And I'm way older than that. Somewhere in my nineties last I checked, but it's hard to keep track when it doesn't really matter where I came from. Near as I can tell I was sixteen when I came to America. Pretty kicking time, right when Prohibition ended. Your ancestors knew how to party." Tapping the glass on the table she tilted her head back and poured the double down without blinking, enjoying the slight burn when she swallowed. "Oh, my reason for not looking that old is I don't age. Just stopped when I was about twenty-three and I'm pretty cool with that. This figure gets me way more places than a wrinkly one would, don't you think?"