No matter what Delta said, or how she said it, Bianca knew that Sierra was a sensitive subject with her. How? Easy, she had seen that picture she kept in her wallet and on top of that she knew how much effort had been put into finding her. Not that I'm totally sure why she decided it had to be done before she kicked it. Huh; did it bother her to think about Delta dying soon? Only because I haven't asked all of my questions yet and she's still got a lot to show me if she decides to. As for this whole bit about which side of the family their eyes had come from, with the side of this woman knowing because she was the source? Bianca did not care. She had grown up not knowing and for all anyone actually knew she had gotten the brown part from whoever the hell her father was while the black had come from her mother's. Why did it matter? Wow, what a name. Persephone was automatically associated with the Greek goddess and whatever else she was, Bianca doubted this blue-eyed almost-twin was Greek. Or a goddess. Goddesses did not actually exist. Thought the same about vampires. This was completely different. Demons and angels were different than the actual all-mighty spiritual beings they were supposed to be attached to.
Bianca took her drink, but kept it on the table after tipping it towards Delta with that cheers. She did roll her eyes at Delta though before sipping at the shot, nose wrinkling all over again at the taste. "Wasn't calling you stupid or I'd have just said that you're stupid." She had every right in the world to be as skeptical and disbelieving as she wanted to be. How many people went from being fine claiming to be an orphan despite the adopted family to suddenly having relatives with way too similar features showing up? This was not a goddamn Lifetime special. My life would be the worst Lifetime movie ever. Because it was so much easier to think about that instead of what else Persephone had said. Nineties. Prohibition. Did not age. Here she was stuck in a body that multiple people had told her came attached to a ticking timeclock that ran out somewhere in her thirties and this woman was saying she was not only immortal, but her great-grandmother? Please define irony. "I forget you're an empath," Bianca admitted. It seemed unimportant to her; very much so when compared to what else she was. There were things she could learn from a necromancer and nothing that she could from a psychic. Bianca pointed towards Delta with her shot. "What she said. Only with an added side of 'I might not believe anything you say' because I'm no empath so I don't know you're telling the truth. And again because I'm sort of over people dropping on me out of nowhere; Delta was cool while you're just making me feel a little creeped out." That was saying a whole lot; but it was hardly every day that someone appeared in a club bearing striking resemblance while also knowing far, far too much about personal details. "By the way, Delta, you're going black." And with that she tossed the shot down, pleased she only gagged a little.