Superwoman

"She wanna buy a dream, I said I don’t sell it but she can rent it for a night, I don’t mind, open wide"

Oh uh,okay. — I’m fine. But,thank you.

Water? You look like you could use some water. What’s got you so worked up that you can’t even find your own apartment?

At her sloppy but flirtatious, though it missed the mark by a mile, advancement though, he immediately straightened up. Gabe’s eyebrows shot to his hairline as he bit back a grin, not wanting to outright laugh in the poor girl’s face. “You know I can barely understand any of what you’re sayin’, right?” he responded shrewdly, “But you’re welcome.” Leaning over once more, he pressed a finger against her forehead, carefully pushing her back in her seat. “Don’t want you falling over, do we?”

Her poor attempts at flirting were obvious, but there was no reason to bring that up. Hayden was making a complete fool of herself, and it would only come back to bite her later on. “How long have you worked here?” she asked him, purposely over annunciating her words. “I’m Hayden, by the way. I don’t think I ever introduced myself.” She held her hand out over the counter shakily offering a handshake.

….. — Oh,yeah. You’re right. Wrong apartment…sorry. Uh,I’m fine. Thanks.

It's fine really... If I let you leave now I'll feel like an ass later. Do you want anything to drink?

Oh. Hi uh,you found the key under the doormat,I suppose?

I think you may have the wrong address. You alright?

………. — Is s-someone in here?

Uh... yeah.

Gabe’s eyebrows rose higher and higher as his customer launched into a story of her day, indulging her with a well-placed snort or two. Everyone was aware of what was going on in the town, but it still seemed ridiculously crazy to just believe everything. A part of him was hoping that this was just some elaborate, belated, April Fool’s joke. “The more you talk, the more exasperatingly drunk you sound,” he huffed, leveling her with only a slightly judgmental look. He reached back into the cooler to grab a bottle while also making a show of snatching up the rum, “Coke and rum, s’all you’re getting.” The drink ended up just being coke with barely a splash of rum but Gabriel figured what the girl didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. 

"Drunk? I can't be that drunk. Half drunk at the most. You know?" Figuring her story must've tugged at the heart strings since he was allowing her another drink, she smiled to herself feeling satisfied. She was too drunk to realize that there was barely any rum in drink, and in the future she'd probably be thanking him. Now that she'd finally gotten her drink, she took the time to take in the appearance of the handsome bartender, and the drunk Hayden liked what she saw. Abandoning whatever reputation she assumed she upheld, Hayden drunkenly leaned over table and smiled. "I really appreciate that drink. It was fantastic by the way." 

Some of the firmness behind his voice was lost when he couldn’t help but snicker at her rambling though. “The water I can get for you though,” he said, placing a bottle in front of her, “I’m cutting you off, boozy. You’ve had too much. And you’ve spent a couple hundred already so either stop or just give me your bank account information.” As soon as he finished, he heard retching coming from the corner and saw a man bent over a few feet away from the door of the restroom. “Aw hell. Really? I was sure it was gonna be you,” he sighed and told one of the waitresses to go get it cleaned up. It was only a slight abuse of power considering how much he paid these assholes. “So close to the fuckin’ restroom too.”

At this point Hayden was growing of weary of the male's overly cautious attitude. All she wanted was another drink. "If you'd seen all the things I've seen today, you'd want to get completely shitfaced too." Hayden couldn't stop thinking about how silly Iris looked with her weird vampire teeth and blackened eyes. She looked like something straight out of a Supernatural episode. When's the last time she'd watched that show anyways? She'd have to have been a teenager. "Well, you see, there was this girl who'd risen from the grave after like three days, and then she told me a bunch of people were going to try and eat me. And she did this thing with her face where her eyes turned black and her teeth were really sharp." Hayden was sure that her story would convince him, but she decided to be nice about it just to make sure. "Now can I have another drink? Pretty please?"