"Fangtasia, the bar with a bite. Pam speaking." The blonde vampire said drolly, answering the phone.
"Paaammm! How (hiccup) are you!" Sookie asked, dumping a little beer on the table in her kitchen and giggling, before trying to wipe it up with her hand, unsuccessfully.
"Sookie?" Pam asked smiling, finally thinking this night was turning in the right direction, because from the sounds of it, Sookie was what humans would call drunk.
"Yep." the telepath answered happily with a pop on the p. "That's (hiccup) me!" Pam laughed.
"To what do I owe this pleasure of speaking to you tonight?" Pam asked walking from behind the bar and out the front doors of the club, so she could fully hear Sookie on the other end without disturbances.
"I want to talk to my Viking." Sookie all but purred into the receiver. Pam's eyebrows rose.
"Your Viking?" She prodded.
"Yes, he's mine. He's alllllll (hiccup) mine." Sookie said leaning back in her chair and watching the ceiling fan twirl around and around, she had to stop though it was making her woozy.
"Well he's not in tonight, dear Sookie." Pam told her smiling coyly and staring at Eric's red vet parked next to her minivan at the back of the club. "But I can pass along a message if you like." She told her favorite breather.
"OOOOO that would be just (hiccup) awesome!" Sookie said breathlessly. Pam's smile widened.
"What would you like me to tell him?" Sookie giggled at the question before answering.
"You can tell him (hiccup), that I miss him inside me.." Pam's eyes widened, so they had slept together.
"And you can tell him, he is waaaaaa(hiccup)yyy better in bed than Bill." Sook snorted. "Waaaayyy better." Sookie got quiet thinking about how exactly better Eric was in bed.
"Is that it?" Pam asked after a short silence from Sookie, a huge smile breaking over her face.
"Yep...I need to go to bed now Pam, love you! (hiccup)" Sookie hung up the phone, stumbling drunkenly she made her way to her room before falling face first into her bed and beginning to snore. Under her face was the robe Eric had used during his stay while cursed from the witches.
Across town in Shreveport, Pam hung up the phone and began laughing softly at first then the more she thought about what she was going to tell Eric, the harder she laughed when finally tears of red were streaming down her face. Walking back into the bar and through it to Eric's office she thrust open the door. Taking one look at Eric, at his desk doing paper work, she began laughing in earnest all over again.
"Pam, what is so funny?" Eric asked as she stopped laughing and was holding her stomach. Pam snorted and began laughing all over again.