"I didn't mean you," Delta corrected with an edge of open irritation and an eyeroll. "I find freaking family members out just a little counterintuitive." If her drawl was rather pointed, it was completely intentional. "That's what neighbours and colleagues are for." The rest of the world in general, even. Anyone but the people who, y'know, weren't really going to bat a fucking eyelid. Hearing that it was Bianca's former roommate who owned and played the CD amused her probably more than it should have done, though. "Your roommate," she repeated, eyebrow arching slightly as she lit up again to stop herself from laughing outright. She just couldn't let it go completely unnoticed that a bible-basher owned an album recorded by a demon. It was too fucking good. Her lips were still trying to twist into an entertained smirk when Persephone said she knew Ethel Waters. And still wasn't lying. "Good to know..." Also weird.
"Hey," it almost sounded defensive despite Delta really not caring who was considered short compared to who. "She's, like, my height. Ish." The point there being that she didn't really consider herself short. Just shorter than Bianca. "February seventeenth. Kudos if you remember that in the morning." Or even if she would remembered telling. Maybe if she drank enough she would just forget she'd run into a bona fide demonic relative and get along with being her regular pain-in-the-ass self. The Libra thing? "Huh." Slipping into the realms of the weird and potentially uncomfortable in the sense that she couldn't just kick back against it and tell it to get the fuck out of her face. There was such as thing as having too many connections with people who professed to be relatives. Yes, professed. Because Delta had spent her whole life up until walking into this bar believing that her paternal grandmother was just dead like everyone else. Because it was kind of a running theme. "I'd really rather rock the Casbah." More drinks tended to help that, or whatever variant or that she could come up with off the cuff, but the bit before Persephone's call for another round made her eyebrows raise. Bianca's departure made her tilt her head. It wasn't often that she actually paid proper attention to her empathy past calling others out on their lying, but while her apparent grandmother's presence felt rather more like how she felt when she was in a damn good mood, Bianca was more a... fucked up kind of static that she couldn't even try and understand further because the girl was walking away. "Well, that explains why she's trying to drink like a fish." It said a lot that Delta just accepted that and moved on. "Legionnaire?" She blinked, knowing how fast her eyes were changing colour because the guy over Persephone's shoulder dodged her gaze. Well, fuck it. See how much I care. "Oh, the ugly fuckers? Still gutted I missed those." She paused and cracked a grin. "But I did get to play with the fall out." Goddamn, Bianca was actually go for it. Walking like her great-grandmother had spiked her, but she was still going to sing. "Not like that I don't." It wasn't false modesty. It wasn't any kind of modesty. Delta just sounded different. "And I fucking hate karaoke."
On top of that, her mirror showed her the interesting manner in which black ink seemed to be bleeding towards the pupils in her eyes and spreading far too quickly. I love my thirties. Whatever, at least she knew she was never going to die of lung cancer.