Pausing momentarily with the glass halfway to her lips, Gretchen's mind flickered through the possibilities that were presenting themselves. Delaney was obviously sexually loose, judging by her journal entries; something which Gretch had no issue with, as she herself wasn't exactly what one could call a prude. And she seemed to be rich. Gretchen could shag her, then roll her, but she wasn't that sort of petty criminal anymore. Depending on how rich she was, if her money just came from her clothing shop, or if she was from money, she might've inherited interesting curios. Or she might be lying about her money. It was worth continuing, and even more worth keeping her wits about her. All this took a mere second and she knocked back the shot, pressing her leg against Del's under the table.
The waitress delivered their next round and Gretchen met her eyes, signalling at the drink to indicate that her next round would not be alcoholic. "I shower," she responded, her voice dry, but a small smile curling her lips. "I hear all the cool kids do."