I have no legit excuse for where I've been and what I've been up to so I'm not even going to try to bore you with those details.
Without further adieu all rights to these characters go to Charlaine Harris. Without your genius I wouldn't be able to do the strange things that I do in my spare time.
Sookie POV
Fuck that guy. No, seriously... fuck that guy. Sookie stormed out of the grocery store with her plastic bags in hand, leaving her cart at the self check-out (something she never does) and heading towards her car. Could the day get any better? Why did she have to continually run into the one thing that just kept making her day even better. That was sarcasm at it's finest. She unceremoniously dumped her grocery store booty into the backseat of her car and flopped down into the driver's seat. Taking two deep breaths in, she started the engine and headed home.
Pulling into her driveway, Sookie reached into her mail box to see if anything special came in today. Perhaps today was the day Publisher's Clearinghouse would throw money at her! Maybe today was the day she would discover the will of a long lost dead Uncle? Nope. Utility bill, collections agency, medical bill, past due notice, hey stupid lady pay your mortgage notice. Ugh, when would they ever stop? Her Grandmother, at her passing, left her in debt up to her eyeballs with not a very good shovel to dig herself out. Things were starting to get better with the expansion of the fitness club and added responsibilities to her job position. What she really wanted to do was to go back to school and get another degree; to get a real career job. But right now, it simply was not in the cards.
Sookie pulled into the garage and grabbed all the goodies in the car, bringing it into her home. Before she ever put the groceries away she poured herself a liberal gin and tonic and took a healthy sip. It stung her throat in quite a soothing way and made the day and her problems fade in to the background. After a few more slow sips, she set about putting groceries away; leaving various items out so that she could cook dinner. It was going to be a night of brown rice and stir fried vegetables in soy sauce for her. Easy to make, easy to eat, and definitely easy on the hips that have seemed to expand in her mid 20s. Sookie grabbed the pots and pans and got started.
Eric POV
Is there ever a time in your life when you feel like you are being followed by the ghost of your past? The scent of her reminds him of she who shall not be named. Some of her mannerisms remind him of that same person. And for some reason she always seems to gravitate to where he happens to be in a given day. She's always working when he comes in to the gym. And now today... today... she's everywhere where he is after he leaves the gym.
Eric runs his free hand roughly through his hair as he grips the cart with the other. He just wanted a quiet day. He just wanted to forget everything. He wanted no reminders. Right now he's over run with them. The damn woman's scent throws him back to another time and it only dredges up memories he'd rather leave buried. She didn't look a thing like her though. Hell, for the most part she doesn't even act a bit like her either. But, there's just something about her...about Sookie.
Eric shakes it off as he finishes his shopping trip, throwing a couple more items into the cart as he heads towards the check out line. The underage clerk makes a horrible attempt to flirt at him and he makes it a point to stare at his wallet until she finishes talking. Eric doesn't want to lead her on. He doesn't even want to flirt for fun. False hope will always lead to heart ache. This poor girl is too young. Today is not the day for her to understand that, and he will not be the one to ultimately destroy her bubble gum pink fantasies of love. He quickly pays and leaves the store, heading towards his townhome at a brisker pace than the cops would like.
Eric pulls into his parking spot, bitching about how no one seems to know how to park in his community. How hard is it to just pull in straight between two solid white lines? Is it really that difficult? Eric tried to park as far away from the other cars as possible, not wanting anyone to park too closely and open their door onto his pride and joy. A scratch in his paint job was absolutely the last thing he needed right now.
Juggling the groceries, unlocking the door, and disabling the door was a skill not many can come by easily but one he had seemingly mastered. He was able to put the groceries down without a fumble and close the door with his foot. While putting the groceries away, Eric whipped a shot glass out of his collection (a pirate, from one of his many trips to the Bahamas) to poor himself a shot of his buddy Sailor Jerry. The shot slid between his lips like warm butter and heated him from head to toe. That was the ticket. After one more shot he set about cooking dinner.
Sookie POV
Sookie was done cooking dinner and set it on the dining room table with a flourish. Maybe, just maybe she had one or two more gin and tonics while she was cooking. Don't judge a girl, she was a little out of sorts and it was not like she was driving anywhere. As was her custom recently (since Bill seemed to be pretty busy) she fired up her computer and had it in front of her while she dug in. She had found a great message board/chatroom for people who just wanted to talk about their days. SO NOT A DATING WEBSITE! As she was quick to admit to her best friend. It was just something to do when she had, well, nothing to do. All of the people on there seemed to be pretty cool and no one said anything uncouth or out of place. She logged in under her username in the chatroom (SwtSthrnBlle) and noticed only one other person was in there. Hmmm, should be interesting?
SwtSthrnBlle: Top of the evening to you!
SverigePojke: Haha, that greeting seems a little off to your screen name. Are you Irish?
SwtSthrnBlle: Maybe back in the day, I'm not sure. Haha, but I was just saying... how are you this evening?
SverigePojke: Oh I've had better nights but that's neither here nor there. I'm just now enjoying my wonderful dinner that I cooked for myself. With my own two hands. From scratch might I add. Quite an accomplishment for a confirmed bachelor such as myself!
SwtSthrnBlle: I just cooked dinner for myself as well! I am actually eating it while I'm typing to you, I hope that's not rude?
SverigePojke: Not unless you are talking to me with your mouthful. Then again I would never know because I can't see you. So point – null and void :)
Sookie looked around on the chat screen and noticed there was an option for video chatting. Could that be a possibility with a stranger? It's not like he said anything untoward or creepy? Heck, he probably didn't even have a camera.
SwtSthrnBlle: Strange question, ever video chatted on here? It would be like a phone call, with video? And we could eat our dinners together! Ok, maybe that sounded a little cheesy.
SverigePojke: I've never video chatted but I see the button. I'm game if you are game. Thought let me get decent real quick. I put just a pair of sleep pants on to lounge in.
SwtSthrnBlle: O... where's the blush button? Hahha. Ok... take your time!
Sookie ran into the bathroom real quick to cheek her appearance. She had changed after work but she was in a cute little tank top and shorts. Her hair was pulled back in to a messy bun and she still had her make up on (seeing as she had yet to take a shower). All in all she gave herself a 10 on appearance. She quickly ran back to the computer. And she was just in time.
SverigePojke has entered into video chat
SwtSthrnBlle has entered into video chat
In about a second felt she screamed "OH SHIT!" And slammed her computer screen shut and started backing away from her dining room table.
Eric POV
As soon as the computers connected he recognized the face on the other end. It was the receptionist from the fitness center. He had only a second to process the moment before she disconnected from the chat.
SwtSthrnBlle has disconnected
"Well holy fuck." He stated outloud.
A/N: No promises as to when this may be finished. Life got weird. Writing got difficult. I am trying. I love you all.
