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Merlotte's was closing up for the night. The only people left in the bar were Tommy Mickens and Sam Merlotte. It was quiet between the two as it had been for the passed two weeks. Because of Tommy's reoccurring shifter mood swings, Merlotte's had been loosing customers. So much so that Sam was contemplating firing Tommy. Matter of fact there hadn't been any customers at all that day…that is until a strange man wearing a large overcoat and top hat which concealed his identity. He walked idly into the bar. Sam was in his office in the back room and Tommy was in the front cleaning up.
Tommy looked up at the man. "Sorry, we're closing." He said.
"Closing, but not yet closed. And from what I here, you could use a customer." The man said deeply. "Can I get a drink?"
Tommy's shifter mood swings were beginning to act up again. "I'm sorry, but I don't feel like making drinks for smart asses who just barge into my bar. B'sides we're closed." Tommy spat.
"From what I've heard this is your brother's bar. Where is Sam anyways?"
"None of your damn business where he is. Now get out!"
"Tommy what's all that noise? Try and keep it down and maybe we'll get some customers." Sam's voice rang from his office.
The stranger in the overcoat grinned. "Ah. So he is here. I'll just go on back."
Before the man could make his way to Sam's office, Tommy stepped in his way. "What do you want with my brother anyway?" asked Tommy.
"We have uh-um…business to attend to."
The man put his hand on Tommy's shoulder and moved him to the side. In response to this Tommy moved back in front of the man, blocking his way. "What kind of business?"
The man chuckled wildly. "The kind that usually ends in death." He said ominously. "Now move out of my way!"
Tommy grabbed the man by his coat and threw him into the bar counter. Bottles of different alcohols smashed with the impact of the man's body. "You leave Sam alone. I suggest you leave before things get ugly."
The man stood up slowly. "You shifters are all alike. Hard-headed, impulsive, and incredibly stupid!" The man's clothes began to morph into a leaf-like garment. It looked like a robe made out of nature itself. He was still wearing his hat. His body began to vibrate ferociously. This triggered Tommy's shape shifting powers. Tommy began to shrink. His eyes turned pink and his body covered itself in white fur. Tommy was now a small white mouse. The man picked him up and began petting him with his right hand.
In the back of Merlotte's a door could be heard opening. Sam walked with a purpose into the bar area. "Tommy! What the hell is going on in here?" Sam stopped in his tracks. "Who the hell are you?" he asked.
The man took off his hat. He had curly hair, jet black eyes, a rosy pinkish face, but his most prominent feature was that of two black bull horns sticking out of his head. "Hello Sam," he said smiling, "my name is Dionysus, but you, my special friend may call me Bacchus."
Sam gasped. At these words, Sam's head filled itself with flashbacks of Maryann's chants and rituals. "What the hell are you here for?"
"Your heart of course." He said smiling widely.
"Fuck no!"
"I'll give you some time to give it to me. Three days. And if I don't get it… I can always find a replacement." Bacchus said pointing at the white mouse in his had. With that he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
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