Epiphany couldn't help chuckling at how far gone the guy obviously was. "Bloody hell," she said simply, grinning as she watched him. "You are plastered alright. How much have you had?" Not that she thought it was a bad thing when people got this far gone. Hell, she did it herself quite often. Enough that she tended to keep a small vial of anti-hangover potion in her pocket whenever she knew was going to be hitting a bar. Partly because it wasn't fun to wake up somewhere that wasn't your own apartment with very little memory of how you got there in the first place, but it was even worse when you had a bastard of a hangover to top it all off.
But when he kept on talking she just perked a brow as she listened, trying not to laugh at him even more. "Yeah, my hair's blue. Because I happen to like the color." Why else would it be blue? It was in no way a natural color on anyone, so the only options really came of dye or a wig. But Epiphany wasn't a fan of wigs. They just made your head too hot and were too much of a bother to put on in the first place. "Yeah, you know me. From that website for all us people in the know about the crazy." And with that she took another couple gulps of her whiskey.