The young vampire huntress looks towards the door when she hears someone that she didn't recognize. Well... they weren't too bad looking. That was an understatement right there.
So this would be Abigail watching the two for a moment, hazel eyes watching the strangers. There just seemed... well, she wasn't sure really. Either way it goes she heads over towards the bar.
She doesn't care if they think she's crazy. After all, she goes everywhere with her weapons. Gun on one hip, compound bow that happened to be compacted on the other, quiver of arrows and her personal favorite... the ultraviolet arc. Then again there are hidden weapons on her as well.
Those hazel eyes look towards Dean a moment. "There are more hazardous things outside of this bar. Ones that would rather eat you alive or make you their bitch. Whichever comes first. They tend to love to play with their food."
"You go around sounding cocky and like you know everything on purppose?" She asks Dean giving him a smirk of her own.
Then her hazel eyes turn to Sam.
"Yeah. Me and the Nightstalkers are slayers. Just a little more high tech advanced than the ones that I've heard about from Sgt. Wells. I mean after all it isn't every day someone has a Daywalker and an ex-vampire on their team."
Though it wasn't much of a team anymore. It was just her and King.
"Good. I'd hate to see a man who isn't cocky, arrogant and full of himself, handsome. You kind of remind me of a friend of mine. He acts the same way. Unless he's hyped on sugar. As for the ex-vampires. No, we don't get a lot of that. The Nightstalkers just happen to have a cure for vampirism. That's all."
She gives a slight pause and those hazel eyes look towards Sam for a moment.
So this would be Abigail watching the two for a moment, hazel eyes watching the strangers. There just seemed... well, she wasn't sure really. Either way it goes she heads over towards the bar.
"You boys want anything?"
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"You workin' here, sweetheart?"
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"I'm good, thanks."
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"No, I don't work here. Just askin' a couple of strangers if they wanted something to drink. On me."
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He's still grinning.
What? She's hot.
"I'm Dean. This lug here is Sam. M'brother."
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She gives them both a smile.
"You too. I'm Abigail."
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One of Dean's eyebrows goes up.
"Well, here, sure."
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"I don't know, Abigail, you look pretty threatening there, yourself."
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She doesn't care if they think she's crazy. After all, she goes everywhere with her weapons. Gun on one hip, compound bow that happened to be compacted on the other, quiver of arrows and her personal favorite... the ultraviolet arc. Then again there are hidden weapons on her as well.
Those hazel eyes look towards Dean a moment. "There are more hazardous things outside of this bar. Ones that would rather eat you alive or make you their bitch. Whichever comes first. They tend to love to play with their food."
Most vampires she knew did anyways.
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"You go around soundin' like a bad horror flick on purpose? Because I gotta say, as far as sales pitches go? That one could use some work."
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Sam sighs, and looks back at Abigail with raised eyebrows.
"Let me guess. Slayer?"
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Then her hazel eyes turn to Sam.
"Yeah. Me and the Nightstalkers are slayers. Just a little more high tech advanced than the ones that I've heard about from Sgt. Wells. I mean after all it isn't every day someone has a Daywalker and an ex-vampire on their team."
Though it wasn't much of a team anymore. It was just her and King.
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Dean is not really cowed.
Hot chicks with weapons are awesome.
His lips twitch, though. Vampires will never not be funny.
"Ex-vampires? You get that a lot?"
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Sam looks surprised.
"Andrew Wells?"
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She gives a slight pause and those hazel eyes look towards Sam for a moment.
"No. Sgt. Harry Wells."
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