Summary: Sometime in the future, Sookie throws a party to celebrate St Patrick's Day/Night.

A/N This drabble celebrates Random*Fandom's First Birthday. Woohoo! The Prompt: party or celebration.

A Most Unlikely Event

"This is a silly party game, Sookie." Pam pushed the pen and paper away in disgust.

"Aw, Pam! It's a St Patrick's Day party. If you like, I'll write the limerick with you."

"Limericks do not flow from these fingers or these lips, Sookie. I am English and American, not Irish." Pam picked up her drink and regarded the label suspiciously. It read - True Blood, with a hint of the Irish. Carefully, she sipped and swallowed. A scowl curdled her milkmaid features, as she pushed the bottle away towards the discarded pen and paper. "A hint of the Irish! Have they used bog water for the mixer?"

"Not good, huh? Maybe, you can warm up to the idea of a limerick, while I warm up a regular True Blood for you. Go on, it's just a bit of fun."

"Sookie, a shot of Irish blood fresh from the vein or a leprechaun to fuck – now, that might be bit of fun."

Sookie laughed and, like the good hostess she was, took away the offending blood. She returned with Pam's regular tipple, suitably warmed, to overhear Pam saying, "Eric, you do it. You did some poetry in those English classes you went to years ago."

Eric killed Pam with his eyes. Pam just smirked back, while testing and approving her new drink.

Sookie looked expectantly at Eric.

He shrugged, regarded the assembled guests, and then suddenly began.

"There once was a shifter called Sam,

Whose girlfriend sliced his neck like ham,

It killed him outright,

Sookie saw to his plight,

Saying Live, which he did."

Uh oh! He's still pissed about that night with the cluviel dor, Sookie thought. Ignore it. "Eric, that limerick doesn't rhyme at the end."

"Doesn't it?" He smiled sweetly. "Let me see if I can fix that.

It killed Sam outright,

Sookie saw to his plight,

Saying Live, which he did … with Pam!"

"Eew," said Pam. "Living with the shifter! As if that's going to happen." Her bright eyes found Sam and stripped him bare to the bone. "Although … now he's been brought back from the dead by magic, technically he's ... a zombie. And you know how I've always wanted to fuck a zombie." She licked her lips. "Private party?" she asked Sam.

Sookie expected Sam to be horrified. But he wasn't. It looked like St Patrick had just morphed into St Valentine. He said -

"There once was a shifter called Sam,

Who desired the danger of Pam,

He's back from the dead,

Wanting her in his bed,

Private party? Let's go Wham Bam."

"Thank you, Ma'am," Pam said to Sookie.

Sookie wasn't sure if Pam meant 'thank you' for the necromancing or the party, but she didn't have time to ask. Pam was out the door with Sam running at her heels, before she could say … limerick.

And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

(490 words)

Disclaimer: All characters and the SVM universe are owned by Charlaine Harris. She is not responsible for the actions of her characters above. I am only playing.

Limerick was the Project Beta Writing Challenge's prompt for this week.