The weight of the badge

Gina was almost enjoying herself. Almost was the keyword there. She was having a difficult time deciding what to do. The Ambassador of Vegas, she was usually a very busy woman but today she had wanted to do some shopping. The holidays were coming around and she was considering throwing yet another extravagant event for the residents and tourists of her beloved city. A voice stopped her in her tracks however.

"Hmmm women are always more difficult to pin down one of the reasons I hated interrogating a woman they were so slippery and could lie without the slightest hesitation especially the older ones dannazione!!"

She looked at the man who spoke with amusement. He was either eccentric or an outright nutcase. Part of her was curious to see which one it was. The more cynical, dominant part of her had already decided he was insane. And of course, she had absolutely no filter. She didn't give a damn who she offended most days. Why would she? She was a queen only under one and Kaia was the only person on the planet she would never piss off.

"You know talking to yourself is usually the first sign of madness," she said from behind him. "Also, it's rude to assume we're all lying bitches just because we have tits and a pretty smile. We're much more dangerous when we're actually telling the truth."

And of course the vampire wasn't lying. She verbally couldn't lie. Most of the time that didn't bother her. She always preferred the truth. Lies were messy and really not fun at at all. She raked a gaze over the were and then glanced over to the police station before looking back at the man.

"Besides, men lie just the same as women," she said, walking over to him to whisper in his ear. "I should know. I do run Vegas for a reason. So tell me, why is a man like you stalking the police station?"

Gina's good mood didn't falter as he spoke. If she were honest, and she always was, the wolf amused her greatly. Frankly, it was refreshing and it seemed he was being honest with her. That was something she could respect. He didn't even know her outside her reputation and he wasn't trying to placate or test her authority. She raised an eyebrow at his question of whether a man ever got away with lying to her.

"I'm really good at getting people to tell me the truth so no, not really," she said. "When it matters, I always get the truth."

She didn't brother to elaborate any further than that. There really was no point. Most people didn't believe her when she claimed to be her own personal lie detector, literally. She didn't feel like proving it. She eyed his hand before politely shaking it before letting him have his personal space back.

"Was a cop?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "What made you change?"

Her power to make everyone tell her the truth when she touched them and willed it certainly would make her valuable to any and every individual to interrogator should they ever learn of her gift. It wasn't entirely all that it was cracked up to be. It came with one hell of a price, and that was that she herself couldn't speak a lie.

"I suppose it depends on if you consider yourself a part of man's world or not," she said. "Technically, I would think you would. With your anatomy anyway. If you mean the human world, that would be different, wouldn't it?"

She herself had never separated herself from the humans. Some were stronger than one would think. It made life just that much more interesting. Granted she also liked to play with them. It just depended on her mood.

"You know if you miss it, do something that gives you the things you miss," she said. "I mean, there are supernatural factions everywhere. Certainly, some version of a policing something. Although I'm not familiar with were factions. If there isn't one, you could always make one."

Gina was aware not everyone could balance on the tightrope between the human and supernatural worlds. When their world was exposed that tightrope shifted. For some it stilled and made life easier. For other's the winds began blowing making things more difficult for them to walk. Some it didn't change at all. Some had never gotten up on the rope anyway. It all depended on the person and the situation they called their life. Gina knew that and she didn't judge others. She may pity them on her own time, but she never judged them, even though her ability made maneuvering in both worlds almost easy. Well once she learned how to get around her minor handicap. Seriously, the inability to lie could be a tad annoying in certain situation.

"They aren't for everyone or for life," she said with a shrug. "Honestly, I never understood the pleasure in pommeling someone just to make you feel better."

Now, Gina understood the benefits of inflicting pain but only to an extent. She always had a specific reason to hurt someone and it was almost always the need to make and prove her point. Sometimes it was in self-defense but usually those one's just ended up dead. Seldom was it that she would leave a threat to herself alive.

"Drinks sound great," she said with a smile.

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Gina let him lead the way in total silence and stayed quiet when they entered the bar. She looked around with mild interest until she was addressed. As she was about to answer, however, a bartender spoke to Romulus. She feigned ignorance as she listened to what the man said. Well now, this was a turn. She was learning a lot about this new acquaintance and she couldn't complain. He was quite entertaining.

"I'll have an Espresso Martini," she told the bartender once their conversation ended.

“Ms.” she said. “And I didn't do anything. I simply stated my perspective.”

It was the truth. She didn't know him well enough to do anything more than that. Her opinion was simply that, an opinion. She didn't see the problem in stating a clinical observation. Still policing factions she had a problem with. Factions made to over her throw her was much different. She took a sip of her martini once it was set down in front of her and listened as she decided how to respond to her.

“I don't care if you make a faction for yourself or not,” she said. “So long as a faction's goal isn't meant to unseat me, I could care less about them. Policing factions help keep unsavory characters in check, which makes running the city easier for me. That's really the only benefit I could possibly get from one. I'm not telling you to do anything. I just felt the need to point out that if you miss doing something enough to stand outside a building like vagrant, maybe you should keep doing it. Doing what you love should never be an issue because of obstacles that you can cross through modification. “