No Vamps Allowed

25. Bartender at Mama Fuller's Smokehouse. Anti-Vamp, Pro-Human.

[abel-adams]

saylordraven​:

“Darling, speaking as someone who’s met Orlando, I much prefer you.” Saylor hummed with a wink, smirking up at him. There was just something about the young man that she liked, something about his presence alone that she could waste time in and be perfectly content. Stupid, right?

Her hazel hues drank Abel in, figuratively of course, simply enjoying the view of the man she’d been sleeping with. Normally, even before vampires had been metaphorically brought into the light, she’d kept her relationships with humans few and far between. But Abel was a special case…he was fun. He was fun to chase, even more fun to tease, and overall someone she found herself unable to resist.

So when he mentioned the flowers, her eyes dragged down to the bouquet in his hand, her smirk morphing into a bright smile as she took them from him. Flowers? So the human did have a few surprises up his sleeve after all, colour her impressed.

“You know, I can’t remember the last time someone gave me flowers…and beautiful ones like these? I love them Abe,” She hummed, pressing a chaste and sweet kiss to his lips before she pulled away to mumble “Thank you.”

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“Wait you’ve met Orlando Bloom?” Abel’s eyes went wide and he smiled. “Well I consider myself very lucky that I get your time then. Im as straight as they come and even I think that guy is hot.”

Well he was pretty sure he was straight anyway. The problem was that he had thought he hated vampires too so really anything had become possible at this point.

“Why are you the most amazing person in the world?”

Abel chuckled and kissed her back, gently running a hand through her hair. It was soft, much softer than he had expected a vampires to be. But that was good and really not all that surprising. She was different from a lot of things he had imagined when vampires first came to light. 

“I’m glad. I was worried I was going to look like an idiot. Probably my least favorite thing.”

He ordered a drink from the bartender and slid into the stool beside her, “So who’s been keeping you company while I’ve been busy? Do I have to get my ass beat by a vampire?”

[abel-adams]

saylordraven​:​

Honestly, Saylor had always enjoyed games, ever since she was a child–which admittedly had been far longer than she’d ever care to say aloud–but oh how she enjoyed them. One of her new favourites? Was flirting with a certain human in front all of the other warm bloods in possibly the worst possible places. Seeing how far it could go, how far he could go. It was amusing to say the least.

Mind you, her intentions were in no way malicious, no, they were playful. With Abel and his whole-and very public-anti vampire stance Saylor simply couldn’t help but tease him whenever she saw her chance. The opportunities were too good to pass up. A good guy like him, sleeping with a bad vamp like her? How awfully squeaky the rumor mill in town would sound if the old gossips got ahold of that information. 

So when her tuned in ears caught on to a familiar set of steps coming her way, in a vampire bar no less, the blonde found her lips tugging into a smirk as they registered in her head. Especially when his hands covered her eyes: only he’d be that bold with the vampire. 

“I almost said Orlando Bloom, but the voice is telling me Abel.” She teased, turning around on her barstool to grin up at him. “Hey there, handsome.”

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“I wish I was Orlando Bloom,” Abel laughed, unable to keep himself from smiling around her. He couldn’t figure out why this happened, why he felt lighter around her. It was embarrassing in a lot of ways. 

Abel was not this guy. He had never been this guy. In high school, he brought flowers to a girl once, at prom, and it was only because his mom threatened to kick him off the soccer team. But today had been different. Today, Abel had spent twenty minutes past closing at a flower shop trying to decide between roses or daisies.

One was obviously romantic, but daisies were brighter, right? Fuck this was impossible. So he’d settled for a mix of roses and babies breath. It was classic, hopefully something she would enjoy.

“I did bring you something in bloom though,” he winked and offered the flowers to her. For a moment, fear gripped his heart. What if she rejected them?

[abel-adams]

kittyclawshobbs​:​

Kitty was tired. It was the end of her shift and the end of the week, and her feet were aching from playing hostess and waiting tables. And it hadn’t been a great week to begin with, as Kitty hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep since the previous Saturday. The last five nights she’d been kept up past 2am with muscle pains and spasms her doctors had seemingly no solution to, or an explanation for.

Then Abel waltzed through the door of Dawson’s, and her shift went from bad to worse. What was he even doing here? When they were kids, they’d come here all the time, but Abel hadn’t deigned to set foot anywhere near it since the owner announced she was a vampire. An absurd reason to abandon a restaurant, in Kitty’s opinion. Bobbie was an absolute sweetheart, even giving Kitty this job as a waiter despite her frequent need to call out for sick days or doctor appointments. 

And of course, the table Abel sat down at was in her section. Kitty sighed, slapped her own face a few times lightly, both to wake herself up and bring some color to her sallow cheeks so she didn’t look quite so sick and tired, and put on her most alarming customer service smile before walking over to where Abel was literally hiding from her behind a menu, like a child. 

“Good evening and welcome to Dawson’s! Can I get you any drinks or appetizers to start your night off with?” Kitty asked, not letting her customer service skills drop for even a second. This was a job. Her job. A job she needed to help with medical bills and make connections in the vampire community, in hopes of saving her own life. She couldn’t throw that away just to be slightly petty to an asshole she used to have sleepovers with. 

--------------------------------------------------------------- This really couldn’t get worse could it? Jesus Christ he should just get up and leave. But he couldn’t, really it would be rude and if his parents found out they’d kick him six ways to Sunday. Their families were still close after all.

“Uh, hey. How have you been?”

Weak. Fucking weak dude.

Abel tried not to groan audibly at his own ineptitude. He was, without a doubt, an idiot. And things were even more complicated now because of everything he had going on with a vampire. There was no one to tell and, well, maybe part of him came here in hopes of seeing a friendly face. Someone who could help him out.

He blanched at the idea. No way in hell was he telling Kitty that he was banging a vamp. She’d accuse him, rightly, or hypocrisy.

“How are you feeling?” he shifted the conversation toward a safe topic. it was completely normal for a friend to be concerned about another friends health. Even if they weren’t exactly friends anymore. 

They were....well they were complicated.

[abel-adams]

Abel never went to peaches and cream on a weekend. It was too busy then; too many eyes on him. It could be dangerous, for his entire way of living. What would people think if they caught him in a vampire bar of all places? Especially when there was a particular vampire he was looking for.

Saylor would be there, because she always was when they decided to meet. He liked her, more than he should, more than would ever be allowed, especially by his family. God if they found out he’d never hear the end of it. He might not even be allowed back in the family home.

Maybe that was part of the reason it was so thrilling. When he saw her he smiled. Normally, it would be an idiots decision to try and sneak up on a vampire, but he knew she would be able to tell it was him.

Hopefully.

Otherwise he was about to get his throat torn out.

Abel reached out and covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

@saylordraven​

[abel-adams]

Abel didn’t frequent Dawsons for a reason. He hated the entire atmosphere. Once upon a time it had been his favorite restaurant but now the entire place made him thoroughly uncomfortable. Ever since the vampires, and thus Bobbi Dawson herself, had come out of the coffin, he’d made it a point to avoid the bar.

However, his friends felt like going on an adventure so here we was, walking in with weary frustration. Abel had spent a good ten minutes just standing outside the door with a grimace, unsure about what he was going to do. Maybe he should have just turned around.

But he didn’t. Instead he walked in and shit did he fucking regret that. Because there was Kitty, former best friend forever. They had been nearly inseparable growing up. Her fascination with the living undead had been tolerable when it was just for fun, but ever since fiction had become reality their relationship was, well, strained was a pretty decent way to put it.

He swallowed hard and went to sit at one of the tables, waiting for his friends. Hopefully they didn’t stand him up. And then, fuck oh shit why did she have to be his waitress. He tried to hide behind the menu.

@kittyclawshobbs​

[abel-adams]

Meet Abel

Basics:

Name: Abel Joshua Adams

Alias: Abe

Age: 25

Sexuality: Heterosexual probably

Gender: Cisgender Male

Pro/Anti Vamp: Anti-Vamp (publicly. What he does in his free time is...well....)

Town Relationships:

Occupation: Bartender at Mama Fuller’s Smokehouse

NPC Relationships: Reader and frequent critique of the Waiby Daily, Rene does not enjoy him.

Headcanons:

Abel is a secret fangbanger but an outwardly devout anti-vamper. No one is allowed to know what he does in his free time. No one.

Frequents Peaches and Cream on slower weekdays so there’s less of a chance of being seen by anyone he doesn’t want to be seen by.

Former BFFL with Kitty, they had a vampire related falling out. Now she is especially not allowed to know what he gets up to in the dead of the night.

[abel-adams]