Delta gave what could have been called a nod of concession if you were blind and weren't at all acquainted with her. Really, it was more of a slightly impatient-slash-irritated jerk of the head, accompanied by a closed smile that couldn't quite reach her eyes. She just took another, longer drag before almost daintily plucking the cigarette from her lips and blowing that lung-full of smoke more or less in the direction of Persephone's face. "To be honest," she started, looking briefly at the glowing end to see how much she actually had left, "I kinda figured that that many letters and words all mixed up would sound more like a stammered Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious on acid." Eyebrows raised, she gave a little shrug. Well, wouldn't it? How the fuck were you going to make anything coherent out of... Oh, fuck no, she wasn't even going back to whatever it was she'd said just to make a point in, in what - her own head? Smooth, D. Real, fucking smooth. "Saying what I mean doesn't have quite the same ring to it. But believe me, I'd love it if everyone I ever met either hated me or found me just that bit unsettling." No, really. They used to anyway. When she still had a sister to terrorise them with. After all of that she got the world's biggest and most boring lecture from her grandfather on how to function like a normal human being. He hadn't been able to stop her from laughing at the very last part. But that was before she upped and left and he couldn't project thoughts into her head any more.
Horne. Um, no. It meant nothing to Delta past the fast they all had monosyllabic surnames. "I don't. The older stuff, sure. That and the blues." It happened when you were brought up by your grandfather and not your father; you developed a taste for older music. And rock and metal, but that wasn't the point. Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington, Nat 'King' Cole... to name a few off the top of her head. There were more floating around in there somewhere, courtesy of her grandfathers records, but she couldn't be bothered trying to rememer them. "You're not about to tell me you're secretly Ethel Waters, are you? I mean, I'm pretty damn sure she was black." Delta stubbed her cigarette out and took a mouthful of whatever was in her glass, enjoying the faint burn that coated her throat. She also knew for a fact that Ethel Waters had been singing in Chicago in the twenties. For someone who was dying, she was a fountain of what really was useless information. "Yeah, yeah," Bianca's comment was dismissed with a lazy wave. She knew that already. People didn't seem to grasp when Delta's brain-to-mouth filter just chose not to work. They really needed to learn to do that. It wasn't going to engage just because they weren't paying attention. And again, I know what I look like. So does Bianca. We all know what we look like. Let's have a girl's night in and braid each other's hair while we're at it. Now she was actually wishing the bitch was a telepath. It meant putting less effort into throwing insults. "Was. Not any more." Truth. A truth that had something to do with alcohol and her limited ability to care about serious things over extended periods of time. Part of her was getting bored with something that she was getting the distinct impression was like a game or something. Looking into her glass, she swilled the liquid around a little, then snorted at Persephone's drawled declaration. "So I'm Aquarius, how about you?" No, she wasn't taking it seriously. And yes, she knew what her eyes were doing. "Yeah. Hot, right?" Rhetorical - if not slightly snarky - question, and the smirk it came with faded slightly when she mentioned what was different about their blood. She and Bianca did not belong to the ABO blood type system and they were both demonic-blooded, but... No. Too fucking weird. "You're the great-grand-freaking-enabler. Jeez." Now she knew where she got it from. But right now she had another problem to almost literally keep an eye on and was trying to make herself slow down by sipping at the barely-a-measure left in her glass. It was hard enough raising anything when she was this drunk, never mind if she got any worse off.