Bianca... had stopped paying attention to the conversation between Delta and Persephone. If they wanted to debate over what Delta had said and what it meant then let them, she was more interested in how everything seemed to feel quite a bit more floaty now than it had ten minutes prior. While she was no stranger to alcohol she was not a heavy drinker either, or even a moderate one, so that drink and then a double shot since she had sat down was just a bit more than she was used to having in one go. Enough so that it was affecting her and her thoughts were starting to go just a little bit slower. Or faster. They were doing something. "I've heard of you," Bianca admitted when Persephone gave her last name. "You have a CD out. My old roommate had it and played it a few times." The key point there was that her roommate had been the owner of it, not her.
The height comment drug her attention away and she looked over at Persephone. "Not my fault you're short." Wait, Aquarius? Bianca blinked at Delta for a minute before she remembered what she had meant to say. "So am I. Aquarius, that is. When's your birthday?" She did not feel like she had to give hers because, in her mind, Delta should already know it since she had been there. As for the rest of what was said, well, Bianca had no idea whatsoever how to respond to that. How was she supposed to respond to that? Delta was giving no response either, was she as disbelieving as her? But if she was lying then she would just call her out. Wouldn't she? An empath would know. She can't be a demon. There's no way. Demons don't look like that. "You don't look like a demon," Bianca pointed out, pushing the empty shot glass away before nodding her acceptance of the offer of another. "I'd love another, really, so why don't you order that and I'll be right back?" Because her mind just could not handle the fact that Persephone, her supposed great-grandmother, was telling her that she was a demon. A real demon. A demon sitting at the table who was the whole reason that her blood was black and she was going to die before she really got that old, and yet she had not aged a day since she was twenty-three?
Standing was a little harder than it should have been, but Bianca still managed to make her way over to the guy in charge of the karaoke machine. A minute of flipping through the book and she made her choice. In a normal state of mind, Bianca would not have been caught dead singing in front of anyone. But tonight? Tonight she had a few drinks in her and on top of that she was being told that the impossible was possible and sitting across from her, so she was nowhere near a normal state of mind. Instead she was verging on walking out the door and pretending it had never happened. Instead she took the microphone, waited for the music and lyrics and started singing. She blamed the choice completely on the fact that Persephone had just been talking about jazz music.