It was another busy night at Merlotte's. The music was pumping, the food was cooking and all the locals seemed to have gathered around for the night. They were packed that Thursday and Sam had been forced to call in another one of his waitresses, the youngest one. Now, Colette hadn't been happy when Sam Merlotte decided to ring her up at 7pm, his voice practically begging for her to come over and help out, but what was she going to do? Say no? No, that wasn't how she worked. She was known around town as sweet and that was who she was, from her small pale feet to the last dark curl on her head. She sighed as she exited her car, fanning herself with a folded old piece of paper while she walked over to the main entrance. Pulling her black lycra shorts to cover up more thigh, she sighed, readying herself for the late night she had ahead. "Doesn't anybody work tomorrow?" She mumbled as she entered the bar, this was the fullest she'd ever seen it. "How you doing Arlene?" Colette asked, smiling at the red head that seemed to be fussing over something or other. Arlene was about to snap at the brunette to help out or shut up, when she took notice of her work clothes.
"Oh! Sam called in some backup! It's about damned time." Arlene said, scowling over at her boss whose only response was to roll his pretty blue eyes.
"What she meant to say was, thank you for coming Colette." He said, in that sweet tone of voice of his, bowing his head at her gratefully.
"That's fine, I wasn't doing nothing anyway." And it was true, as much as Colette didn't want to work; Sam calling had been an almost welcome distraction from her, otherwise, boring night. She walked to Sam's office, over to her cubby leaving her purse and grabbing her black waitressing apron. Making a quick job of tying it, she wrapped her hair up in a tight pony tail and walked back out.
"You got the Rattrays." Arlene sang as she passed Colette on her way to the kitchen. The brunnette's mouth dropped, before she recoiled in anger.
"Not fair." She muttered, Mack Rattray had a thing for her. It was obvious to everyone, the way he'd look at her with those bitty little eyes of his, how his mouth turned into a crooked evil smile every time he managed to sneak a glance at her and how he would inappropriately touch her for far too long. Colette walked over to the Rattray's table with an almost grim look on her face as she neared them. Mack and Denise were tangled in their latest argument when Colette arrived, they took no notice of her and so she cleared her throat…loudly. Immediately they turned toward her with angry looks that almost made her roll her eyes.
"What you want?" Denise asked, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard, while she chewed a piece of gum with her mouth open; like a cow would. Colette in turn took an almost too cheery stance and plastered a fake grin on her face.
"Hi, welcome to Merlotte's. My names Colette Monet and I'll be your sever for this evening." She said bubbly, not missing the incredulous looks they gave her.
"What? Did ye get amnesier or something? We know who ya are." Mack asked stupidly and Denise scowled at the girl.
"What will ya'll be having tonight?" She asked in that chirpy tone, ignoring the bald man's question. Before her stupid husband could ask anything else, Denise snapped their other at the dumb waitress before dismissing her with a wave of her hand. Colette turned with a smirk on her face and walked back toward the kitchen, not missing the smirk Sam threw her way having noticed her actions toward the dysfunctional couple. She walked quickly, smiling when she saw a big mass of curly blonde hair. Colette placed her order onto the counter and turned to her friend.
"Denise Rattray thinks you're …mentally handicapped." Sookie whispered to her friend and Colette scoffed.
"She said mentally handicapped?" The brunette asked incredulously, making the blonde telepath roll her eyes at her. "Hell, since when is she all politically correct?" She joked, knowing full well that Sookie had politely censored any harsh words the redneck might've spewed out.
"Oh, shut up!" Sookie exclaimed, pushing her friend's shoulder softly.
Colette moved to go back to wait some other tables but hesitated. "Lafayette?"
"Yeah, baby?" He drawled 'sexily' at her.
"I just want to make sure you don't go and give the Rattray's a too cool a' spoon." Colette spoke discreetly and Lafayette couldn't help but grin mischievously and whoop.
"Mm, mm hookah, look at you's!" Lafayette flattered, placing his hand on his waist and loosely holding a spatula on his other one. Colette shook her head, dark wisps of hair falling of her ponytail and onto her face as she tried to hide a smile. "I is loving your dark side."
"Colette, sweetie." Arlene walked up to her, in one of her panicky fits and looking at her with big puppy eyes. "Lisa's real sick and Rene had to take her to the hospital…" She explained and Colette nodded, knowing where this conversation was going. "Could you-"
"Sure, I'll take over your tables." Colette interrupted and Arlene sighed, hugging her tightly and thanking her and giving her tables over to her.
"Oh, and could you get Jason and Hoyt a pitcher?" Arlene asked and Colette grinned, before nodding happily and walked over to the bar. Seeing Jason Stackhouse usually made the top 20 best moments of her day. The adorably dumb blonde always managed to put a smile on her face. Smiling she grabbed a pitcher from the bar table and almost sprinted toward the booth Jason and Hoyt sat in. Hoyt was the first to see her walking their way and waved at her shyly.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jason asked confusedly, looking over to where Hoyt's wave had been directed and put on a charming smile when he noticed Colette. "Well shit, I didn't know you was working tonight." He commented watching her intently while she placed the beer on top of their table.
"Hello to you too, Jay." Colette said teasingly, grinning down at him. "Sam needed back up." She frowned when she noticed that their table was a mess of plates full of leftovers and mentally cursed Arlene for not bothering to clean up before she left. "Let me clean this up for ya."
"You don't have to do that." Hoyt said moving over to grab the plates that were out of reach for her.
"I do." She answered back, the corners of her mouth twitching.
"Order up!" Lafayette called from the kitchen, motioning for Colette to come over. Grabbing as much of the table wear as she could, she ran over to the kitchen and gave them to Terry before grabbing the Rattray's food and strutting over to their table. As soon as their food touched the table they barked at her for some beer. Trying not to snap at them she turned and almost ran back toward the bar, asking Sam for a pitcher.
She stood with Sookie by her side both waiting for their beers, when she noticed the whole bar go silent. Colette frowned, not being used to silence, especially 'round the bar and lifted her gaze toward the door. There stood a man with dark hair and kind blue eyes. He seemed out of place to Colette, as he slowly strutted towards a booth and sitting down. His eyes seemed to be glued to the table as Sookie started to approach him, but stopped suddenly realizing something. Vampire. She thought still standing in the middle of the bar, close to the man's table all eyes on her. She looked around, glaring at all the judgmental clients and took a deep breath walking the rest of the way toward him. "H- Hi, welcome to Merlotte's. What can I get ya?" She choked out, breathlessly at meeting her first vampire. Sookie tried to contain her curious excitement but failed to control the bright grin that reached all the way to her eyes. The man looked up at her, his blue eyes locking with her green ones and smiled softly at her, her stomach gave a slight flutter.
"You wouldn't happen to have any of that synthetic blood, would you?" The stranger asked, his voice rugged and raspy, holding a thick southern accent that had Sookie's body singing in approval.
"I'm sorry, we don't-you're our first…vampire." She whispered to him, as if it were some deep dark secret, causing his polite smile to turn into one of wonderment.
"Well then, I'll have some red wine…so as to have a reason to stay." He whispered back, leaning on his forearms to get closer. Sookie fought the urge to blush at his blatant stare and nodded, swallowing the sudden lump on her throat and turning on her heel, practically running back toward the bar.
"I think Merlotte's just got its first vampire." Colette commented, her eyes glued at the interesting man that sat alone and looked so…somber. As if hearing her, the man's head lifted and their eyes met. They found themselves caught in a weird staring contest when Sam's voice reached her ears, seemingly annoyed.
"I think you're right."
There ya have it...this my first fan fiction. EVER. So please tell me what you think, if I should make any changes, be more meticulous or even just say if you hate it or like it.Thanks for reading.