Dean grunted as he hit the ground again and quickly pushed himself up so he was standing as well. “No, you’re far more annoying than them.” He narrowed his eyes as he readied himself again before he moved towards her so he could grab her and place a kick to throw her off balance. “They don’t change the rules on me.”
"I didn’t change the rules, Deanie" She laughed, fangs retracting back into her body as her hands wrapped around the male’s foot and pushing him backwards towards the bedroom door. "I’m trying to move the fight to the bedroom but it’s just not listening" Quickly moving forward and grabbing a hold of Dean’s shoulders.
She leaned against the wall and shook her head. “Hey, I don’t really care what you are. As long as you don’t cause any trouble in this world. We hunters already got a lot of shit to deal with.”
"No one asked the hunters to be hunters. Yes some people may become hurt but.. humans are not the only ones trying to live their lives. It’s a dog eat dog world out there, survival of the fittest.." Gabby rambled, she knew exactly what she wanted to say but her mouth just didn’t seem to respond the same way.
Jack was a bit taken a back by how fast this woman got here, well, it was late, and Jack was sure she wanted to get off of work as soon as possible.
She overlooked the menu, cringing at certain foods and biting her lip in anticipation of some. “May I start you with something to drink?” The waitress asked.
Jack looked at her and smiled, “Yeah, you got any beer? Cause if you do, I’ll take whatever brand you have…oh and some water.”
She noticed the red haired woman seemed to be in a place all her own, but Jack ignored it.
“Also the soup of the day is clam chowder. I do not recommend it because I am the only one working and I have no clue how to make it.”
“Never was a fan of clam chowder any how.” Jack folded up her menu and handed it back to the woman.
“I’ll just have a cheeseburger with everything and a banana split if ya have it.”
“Thank youuuu…” Jack squinted to take a look at the waitress’ name tag. “Gabryelle.” She finished.
This woman seemed to also be in her own place at the moment, though Gabby took the menu and returned to the kitchen where she spent most of her time. Using her enhanced speed, Gabby began preparing the food and cooking it within seconds. “So anything interesting happen in your life today?” Small talk, a waitresses best friend.
Those vampires that don’t have fangs right?
They do not, what a pure
disgrace angel’s they are.
It was about that time, closing. Gabby was collected dishes from the unclean tables that had flakes of food scattered across them and lightly placing them in a small tan bin that rested against her hip. Leaning over to the window and Open sign, Gabryelle was just about to flip the switch to tell the strange blokes that traveled the streets after the sun sets to back off; the bell rang that hung over the door.
Continuing with her cleaning, she checked out the visitors reflection in the window. Not anything I can’t handle, Gabby thought as she turned to walk into the backroom. “I’ll be right with you!” Gab yelled out to the new comer, placing the bin’s occupants into the sink and grabbing her notepad and pen.
An out and about outfit for Gabby
I’ll make sure to stop in next time my stomach gets to growling. I’ve heard some pretty interesting rumors about the place.
Rumors huh? I would love to hear about these.. Rumors.
“Fuck yes! Am I just to cool to be charged?”
"Of course, I have never met anyone cooler!"