2020-10-09 - Arguments, Interrupted

Ali is snacking on the impossible burger. Really is is looking for the owner, while enjoying a pseudo vegan diet. Hell even if it isn't, she attacking the burger. The fiber burger needs to meet her needs, as Ali fights crime. But what does that mean to her? Honestly so many questions.

Gina's schedule is erratic at best. If Ali's asked about Gina, she's met with just shrugs or the 'it changes' or 'when she feels like it' or 'try a summoning circle,' the gist of it all being that Gina shows up when she shows up, being the boss. Luckily(?) for Ali, however, Gina actually does show up today - purple hair left straight, copying the 60s mod look: a black dress in the blocky style of the era with black leggings. A single blue line starts at her left shoulder and goes down the left side of the dress, and proving the stockings are part of the outfit, the left leg also carries the blue. The typical oversized round glasses of the time are also on, but she's texting on a cell phone as she walks in, ignoring-- basically everyone as she heads towards the counter, taking her time as she sends of messages.

Alisha is on her off-duty dress. All in black and looking so very dark. Sure this likely means nothing to Gina. Ali's 'darkness' is something to be displayed off. She glances up to the purple haired girl and just shrugs. Right now she isn't trying to defeat her. Even if she was, well it's merely because Gina has a darker rep than she does. Looking up to the owner. "We aren't the same. Dance this corrosion to me." she is goth. And really doesn't expect Gina to be...but Gina is the dark girl that she needs to hit against. Even earlier in her life Gina was the freak...she was merely the one that came after. The Slayer means so little when against the other dark girl.

Gina doesn't really even look up as she continues texting floating right on by Alisha on her way to get behind the counter to the business side of things. "Nice to see you're branching out. ABBA, right?" Gina says, her voice dry. The phone is tucked into one of the square pockets of the dress as Gina goes to pour herself a cup of coffee, adding a touch of caramel. "But sorry, you're not my type. I'm sure somebody else will take you out to prom."

Alisha looks up at Gina "Abba? What is that? Like something I shouldn't get?" her voice just neutral as she looks up to Gina, Gazing at the cup of coffee "Oh well so sorry. I mean that I am not your type. Because you don't how much I can worship the lower half...oh is that too much for you? I mean worship pussy." before she inhales to try to control her reaction. "Look I am just wanting some good food. Who cares that you torment those that came after me. It really doesn't matter. You didn't defend as many as I did." before she signals for coffee.

"I'm sure you won't. It's before your time." Gina answers regarding ABBA, before she takes a sip of her coffee...considers, and adds... a sprinkle of salt? Whatever works, one supposes. The sexual overture is met with a rather unimpressed look, "Actions speak louder than words-- and you're not getting any of that. How tragic." She rather does sound like she can't be bothered. However, both her brows furrow at the tail end of what Alisha says, "I knew the police were dipping into the evidence stash, but how much did you take?" She asks, skeptical. "I have no clue what the hell you're talking about. I don't "torment"" Airquotes, "Any--" A pause, a moment of counting, "--no more than four people." At a time, anyway.

Does Ali care about repression? Nope not at all. "Oh yeah actions do speak louder. But who cares? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't spread your legs for me. And in your words that is so tragic. Just so very sad." her words are proclaimed offhandly. Looking up at her words. "What do I take? Oh so funny. I take some things and those that fight crime just disappear. Who knows how that happens." she gives Gina a wink. Really she doesn't mean anything by it. "Four people??? There is at least a report of you tormenting one person. Still it matters so very little since they will not file a report. And at the same thing it could be domestic abuse...which I will do something about. So yeah there is that." she goes indeed on drinking down some coffee.

Gina shrugs, "There's more. You haven't gone back far enough." She says simply, regarding her reports. Of course, her record before she hit 18 is sealed. And the size of a thesaurus. "So, what, there's a report about me and now I'm on your radar?" One side of her mouth hooks up into a smile juuuust a touch mocking. Especially as her eyes flick over Ali, up and down, "I'm terrified. Really. Police violence, whatever will I do." Her mug lifts, and she takes a slow sip. "So that it? Warning given, we're done? Because I'm reaching my quota on charity hours."

Ali just shrugs "Yeah before 18 what will that matter." she toys with her drink. "I don't really think you care about it, but who will care if you just disappear. Your victim will probably not." the smile is meet with a dark grin. "Oh sure you shouldn't be terrified. I mean what will a cop really do?" with that she looks up at Gina with a sadistic grin "I mean Violence...that really isn't me. But those that think they are above the law. Oh my..." Ali shrugs "There is no warning. Not in my books. Oh a special place in the ocean! But I'm sure you won't take it as a warning. So many that violate the law about it are never seen again. Must be they escape the law." looking up to Gina with a dark undertone. "Let us hope you are a lawful citizen. I mean you call me a High Schooler...but your rep is not as good as mine. So be defensive...it doesn't matter to me. I'll bring any to 'justice' all the same." there is no mockery in her voice. Her eyes going cold as she says her words. "Sure we are done for the time being.

People come and go at the diner all the time, for pretty obvious reasons -- most of them of a food-related nature. It is beyond a doubt one of these reasons that draw in a tall Dane wearing all the black. Ravn does look a tad annoyed as he heads for the counter but, let's be honest here, that's probably because Gina. A lot of people wear that expression when Gina, because Gina. Whoever is indeed behind the counter looking like they might provide warm things in suitable container gets a smile, though, and a perfectly polite request: "I'd like a cup of hot, strong coffee, black, a sandwich or pastry of some sort. I don't suppose that you've got pastrami or similar?"

The half-mocking smirk of Gina's only grows as she sips her coffee, and by the time Ali is all cold tones and dark undertones, Gina's own smirk is this... genuinely, mildly amused. "What, my reputation? You taking reputation as evidence now? Because I thought the law depended on evidence. Innocent until proven guilty. Being guilty before that's proven? Mmmm," Gina closes her eyes, smelling her coffee before she looks back at Alisha with those dark, sly, amused shark eyes of hers. "That sounds like vigilantism. Kind of thing where an authority figure gone wrong gets wrecked for. Ruins careers, I hear. Might even ruin lives. People celebrate when that kind of asshole who picks on poor, innocent people trying to live their lives are stomped down. My lawyers all tell me not to get involved with repressed, dumb fucks who think they get away with shit like that. So don't worry, high schooler." Her eyes flit up to spot Ravn coming to the bar, then go back to Alisha, ignoring Ravn's grump for the moment. "I'm a bitch. I'm not stupid. And I'm just living my life. Which would be easier without your police bullshit in my diner, but it's a free country." She looks at Ravn now, considering, then sighs and turns to serve a cup of coffee. He asked NICELY after all.

As another customer comes up. Alisha rises "Down at the bottom of the Sea." she proclaims in see song voice. "I know about reports. That people think they can get away with anything. Still they can't..." the return look has a little surprise in her eyes. The lack of fear when she means to do very dark things. Her dark passenger needs relief. "Look I've admitted to nothing. So please get lawyers involved. Innocent? Well I don't think your victims would think so...still what evidence do I have? Not like I can read your mind...or can I? So sure dismiss me...surely I am no threat to those you abuse." her voice calm as she says this. There is her own prejudice mixed in. She is the dark queen...no matter what other's think. "Something about doll heads. But please tell me to leave and I will. There is little that will connect me to your fate." she grins up to Gina.

Glancing at the newcomer. "The coffee here is good. And the pancakes. Omelettles not so much." she proclaims as she gets up.

Oh look, Gina is in an argument with somebody -- the Goth cop? Goth cop, right. Ravn can't quite associate a name but he does remember catching the tail end of an argument about music he's never heard of, and that's one hornet's nest he's definitely not sticking his gloved hands into. He's passionate about music himself, although a different kind. He has absolutely contemplated stabbing someone in the eye with his violin bow on several occasions and he has no desire to find out what the equivalent murder method might be for goths.

"Thank you," he says politely to the policewoman. "The omelettes are borderline murder, I noticed. Please don't let me interrupt your argument, though. I'm just here for coffee and waiting for a car tow truck."

Alisha focuses on Gina. And blinks...her words flatter. "I...you are innocent." no matter the insults this isn't anyone she'll target. At least her talents say so. Her curse is also a blessing "I am sorry Gina. You aren't superior to me. But you aren't a killer." there is a little disappointment in her tone. Maybe she really thought that Gina deserved punishment. Ali can't see why though. The woman is truly above what she does. She is wrong.

Looking to Ravn she says sheepishly. "There is no argument. At least not anymore...Gina. She is good." Ali get's up and prepares to go to the door.

Gina sets Ravn's coffee in front of him. "Want the pastry warmed up?" She asks Ravn, pulling a notepad from one of those large pockets of her dress and scribbling something down. She stops, however, and looks up at Alisha. Her expression... flat. Utterly flat. No expression. She listens to Alisha patiently, and as she gets up to go, Gina calls out, "Rude as fuck to do that, high schooler. And a fucking violation." Gina's lips turn up in the corners into something that no one but a robot would call a smile. "You do that shit again to me, you get your ban." And then she tears off the paper with the order, sending it out towards the kitchen. "Samee shit car you took to the waffle place? Didn't get that fixed, Ravn?"

"Same car, same shit," the Dane confirms, looking after the policewoman as she leaves, feeling perhaps a little pang of oopsie. "And you're still making friends, I see? Warm pastry would be nice."

Alisha doesn't even flinch at Gina's words. Something deeper effects her. The dark cop is shaken. A failure in her belief. She nods to Dane "Yeah it is." before giving a shrug "Enjoy your breakfast. I wish I could join you." she proclaims as she heads out the door. Unless she is stopped.

Gina, after giving her warning, makes no attempt to stop Alisha from leaving. In fact, it's as if Alisha has already left. Gina instead raises both brows at the Dane, "I don't make friends. They grow, like rashes I can't burn off." Gina says dryly, moving to the pastry container to pick something for the dane. Some might cheekily give him a danish. Gina just goes for the savory pastry, setting it in the toaster to warm. "You want the sandwich too, or just if you don't like the pastry?"

"Let me take the pastry first, I'm really a light eater." He glances after Alisha and says, just a little louder, "You know, I really didn't mean to break up your argument. And you can absolutely join me or Gina as you prefer. Or me, I mean, I can obviously not speak for Gina."

A couple of lumberjacks at the next table look up at him, then shake their heads. If that was an attempt to pick up hot cop lady, it fell flatter than the wet dream of a Flat Earth Society member. It probably was just awkward foreigner being his usual awkward.

Gina shrugs, before she looks at the dane making his offer. Thoughtfully. Before there's a DING! of the toaster, and Gina plates the savory pastry, setting it down on the counter in front of Ravn. "Cute. But I need to check the books now that payday's past." Gina says, before she pours herself another cup of coffee, spiking it with caramel sauce once more. "Oh. And tell your friend I'm curious what shit he was listening to before that you two were talking about. I want names on that music." Because Gina always is into listening to new music. "Later." She's already heading towards the back door.