thanks for not stealing my coat. (Hayes or Eden)
CW Hayes is creepy (please ignore if that's not okay with you!)
Hayes sees the coat hung by the bar door, noticing it for the first time. The clean black fabric is out of place in the rundown bar. The material clashes with the broken, humid wood behind it that's holding the roof above the establishment. He narrows his gaze at her, fighting back the playful smirk tugging at his features. He stands from the small table, towering over her and crowding her space.
"Aw, c'mon. We're not all bad Ms. Martin." He scratches at the scruff on his chin. "You should grab it while you're here, though, I did see some of the boys eyeing it." He gestures behind him with a cock of his head, then stares at her for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes rake over every detail of her body visible through her dress. "You should pack up anyway...Shouldn't be in a place like this looking like that..." He lands on her face, keeping strong eye contact, either to intimidate her or romance her, maybe a little of both. To block her in even further, Hayes leans over her and places his hand on the wall above her.
