Ok guys, this one has a couple of POV switches. I've decided that since only a few of you awesome mofo's are reading this, that you won't mind if I take some liberties with form. Right? Hehe? Lol I wanted to get a lot in without having to do separate chaps for each character. SO we hear from Eric, then Ame, then Sookie, then Eric again. I know, I'm all over the place with this one. Sorry about that! If it's too confusing let me know, I'll cut it out. But I think after this one, I can stick to mostly one character per chapter. I just wanted to get us all set up for the night out =) Hope you like this one! CH/AB own it all.

EPOV

"I don't particularly care, Pam," I muttered into my phone. I was more concerned with getting my hotel door unlocked without dropping the two armloads of shit I was carrying than where she wanted to go drinking that evening. As the door swung open, I suppressed the impulse to exclaim in victory and tried to figure out what she was saying. Unfortunately, she was mid-stride in a sentence that apparently didn't make any sense without the front end attached. "Hold on, start over. I wasn't paying attention," I told her, kicking the door shut behind me with one foot and rushing to the desk in the room to unload my things.

"Unbelievable," she sighed. It was truly a gift, the way she could load a single word with enough sarcasm to incapacitate a fucking grizzly bear. Hands finally free, I launched myself backwards onto the huge bed and closed my eyes in bliss. "I was saying that I want to go to Lava something or other. I can't remember the exact name but apparently it's a pretty popular place. Ginger called ahead and reserved a suite for us, which is basically a windowed off VIP area. So if you get tired of being in the general population, we can go in there and drink. And still watch what everybody else is doing," she explained.

"Like some kind of creepy, drunk Discovery channel?" I asked, not sure I really liked the sound of that. She choked on whatever she was drinking.

"Precisely," she answered in a scratchy voice. She cleared her throat. "Thought it'd be right up your alley."

"How kind of you," I muttered.

"I thought so too. That way you can peruse the selection from a safe room, pick a 'date' for the night, and nobody gets hurt," she said this in a no-nonsense voice. I opened my eyes so I could roll them properly.

"Sometimes I wonder what it must be like to be in that head of yours," I told her in a wondering tone. She laughed.

"You couldn't handle it, boy scout. Be ready by eleven. I'm sending a car around for you," she informed me before hanging up the phone.

"Sounds great, thanks Pam. It's always a pleasure talking to you and I'm so glad our parents didn't stop after me. Being your brother has been the one true joy of my life. Yes, I love you too. Goodbye," I muttered sarcastically into my phone before letting it fall away from my ear. I rubbed a hand over my face and sat up on my elbows, looking around the hotel room. It was pretty basic. They all are, really. Desk, bed, dresser. Television, closet, shower. Granted, it was pretty decked out as far as hotel rooms go. The shower had glass walls with bamboo drapes over them and I could probably invite twenty friends into it with no space issues. The bed was a California king, which I appreciated due to my height. It was hard to get comfortable in regular sized beds, so I was thankful for that extravagance.

"I'm so fucking tired," I said out loud before groaning and falling back against the bed. I rolled onto one side and reached an arm out to the clock on the night stand. It was only four so if I set the alarm for ten, I could get in a good six hour nap and still wake up with plenty of time to take a shower and change for the bar. After a few seconds, I had the alarm set and was fumbling to get my jeans off. I was so tired, I forgot I had a belt on. Once I got that unbuckled, the pants came off without a hitch. I pulled my t-shirt off over my head and burrowed under the blankets in nothing but my boxer briefs. I was out before I even closed my eyes.

APOV

"Oh my God, I'm so full," Sookie groaned, writhing on her bed.

"You and me too," I answered, falling onto my own bed. I rubbed my stomach with both hands. "I've got a goddam food baby over here."

"Let's name him Steve," she snorted. I laughed out loud, recalling a chat conversation in which some of the girls were talking about food babies named Steve.

"Steve it is," I answered, groaning as I stretched. We had gone to Ask and after eating our respective body weight in pasta, we'd topped it off with dessert. Sookie had the Honeycomb Cheesecake and I'd had the Torte Al Limone. Frankly, I was surprised they didn't wheel us out of the place. The cigarette I'd smoked after we left was the best one of my life, and that includes every one I'd smoked after sex. Now if I could just get the digestive juices flowing, I'd be fine.

"I'm gonna take a shower," Sookie said in a sluggish voice. I didn't even turn my head to answer.

"Kay." I rolled onto my side and tucked my knees in. A massive yawn shook my frame and I mumbled something that was likely incoherent about just resting my eyes for a moment.

Sleep hit me like a ton of bricks.

SPOV

I could not believe the amount of food I'd eaten. I was usually pretty stringent about portion control but it was just so freaking good! The bruschetta was amazing, the pasta was to die for, and the dessert was literally like an orgasm in my mouth. Like a foodgasm. So good. When we got back, I decided I should probably shower. I was still pretty grimy from my flights and with the food slowing me down, it was either that or a nap. I was afraid if I took a nap right then, I wouldn't wake up until sometime the following day. Which was unacceptable. We had plans.

Over dinner, we had decided to go to a nightclub. It was only Thursday and the convention didn't start until Saturday. So we could go have a few drinks, do some dancing and just hang tonight. Then tomorrow, we'd sleep in and go do some shopping and whatnot. Amelia had informed me that there really wasn't any sightseeing to do in this city apart from a couple of museums and a garden of some kind, so I was ok with a lazy shopping Friday. Then Friday night, we could come back to the hotel and get to bed so we'd be fresh and ready to go for Day One of the convention.

So I grabbed the leak-proof toiletries bag out of my suitcase and headed into the bathroom. Which was ridiculous, let me just say that. It was like five times the size of any bathroom I had ever seen. The counter alone was about the size of a twin bed. Ok, that's an exaggeration. But it was pretty effin' big. The shower was just insane. Seriously, a football team could have showered in there together. The walls in it were all glass with these bamboo shades that lowered with the flick of a switch, which was pretty cool. Then there were four different panels on the ceiling that water came out of. It took me a few minutes to figure out how to get just one to spray.

When I finally had the temperature right, I pulled my shirt off and unbutton my jeans. The relief brought a tear to my eye. I made a mental note to wear elastic waistbands or dresses from then on when I dined out with Amelia. I peeled the jeans off, did away with my underthings, and stepped into the shower. It felt so freaking good that I just stood there for a good five minutes before I even started washing my hair. After I rinsed, conditioned, soaped up and washed off, I still wasn't ready to get out. So I just stood there a little while longer, letting the warm water run over me for a bit.

When I could no longer, in good conscience, justify wasting the water, I stepped out and toweled off. Realizing I forgot to bring any clothes in with me, I wrapped a towel around myself and wandered out to my suitcase. Amelia had fallen asleep on her bed, fully clothed. I had to smile, knowing how badly I'd wanted to do the same thing. I felt bad waking her up, so I decided to get dressed and go for a run. I realize it would have made more sense to run before I showered, but I hadn't planned on running. Technically, I doubt if I would have been physically able to run before relaxing in the shower and giving some of those carbs a chance to digest.

Either way, I was going for a run. I would just grab another quick shower when I got back. I pulled out the clothes I needed and headed to the bathroom to put them on. Once I was dressed, I strapped my iPod armband on and wrote a quick note for Amelia. I didn't want her to wake up and not know where I was, so I just wrote that I was running and I'd be back soon. I warmed up as silently as possible and stretched a little bit. Then I plugged my earbuds in, started my running playlist, and headed to the elevator. I cut through the main lobby pretty quickly, feeling super douche-ish wearing my running gear with all the fanciness around.

Within a couple of minutes I was in the parking lot. I turned on the running app on my phone, not wanting to get lost, and noticed it was only five thirty. I had plenty of time to take a nice long run and get back before we had to start getting ready. I did one last quick stretch and hit the road. By the time I rounded the corner, I was totally zoned out. There was only me, my music, and my feet pounding the pavement.

EPOV

Since I had plenty of time to sleep, my body decided to be a total dickhead and wake up after only two hours. When I saw that it was only six o'clock, I groaned and threw an arm over my face. I laid there for a few minutes, hoping I would accidentally fall back asleep but no dice. I sat up and threw the blankets off in exasperation. "Son of bitchin stupid brain, fuck," I grumbled out loud as my feet hit the carpet. I'm eloquent when I wake up, what can I say?

I stumbled over to my suitcase, throwing it open and rifling through it. After a few moments, I had my shower stuff in hand and made my way to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I emerged feeling like a new man. That shower was truly magnificent. I had skipped shaving, even though I could already predict the dramatics Pam would put me through for having scruff. Which would pale in comparison to the fit she was going to pitch when she saw my hair. She liked it either buzz cut short or shoulder length, apparently not caring that there had to be a middle point between the two. It wasn't very long just now but it also wasn't very short. She was going to bitch, for sure. Probably pull the old 'woe is me, my brother is a complete moron in the ways of fashion' bit. I chuckled to myself, thinking she honestly should have been the actor in the family.

I stood in the doorway of the bathroom, deciding what to do. Thanks to my idiot internal clock, which apparently was set to PissEricOff standard time, I had hours before I needed to think about getting ready for the bar. I threw a big morning stretch and decided to go for a run. That would kill about an hour and hopefully get me fully awake. I grabbed some shorts and a shirt out of my bad and threw them on, then went to the window to make sure I had enough daylight. I threw the curtains back and saw that there was plenty of sun left and thankfully no rain. Just as I was turning away from the window, I noticed a girl jog into the parking lot.

Or rather, I saw very attractive body parts jog into the parking lot. Tan, toned legs pumping back and forth. Stomach muscles visible through a soaked tank top, contracting with each step. Chest subtly bouncing, damn sports bras straight to hell for the control they offered. She had earbuds in, the cord trailing to the band on her upper arm. I couldn't see her face too clearly, but what I could see looked pretty fucking good to me. Full pink lips, high cheekbones, wide eyes. Blonde hair, cropped close to her head. As I watched her, she stopped near the edge of the lot and stretched her shoulders behind her back. Her chest popped out and I flinched, looking over my shoulder on instinct to make sure nobody was watching me watching her. Obviously I was clear, since I was alone in the room.

When I looked back into the parking lot, my breath caught in my throat and I got a Level Three hard-on. She was stretching her hamstrings and by the grace of God, she had turned her ass directly towards my window before she bent over into the stretch. And what a wondrous ass it was. I turned my head this way and that to make sure I didn't miss an angle. I realized I was totally creeping on this girl but I honestly couldn't help it. Despite the character I portray on television, I really am only human.

She stood up entirely too soon, in my opinion. If I could have opened the window, I probably would have yelled down to her that the hamstring is an important muscle and you should never skimp on the stretching of it. Alas, the fucking window didn't open, so I could only hope she had another provocative stretch up her sleeve before she continued on her merry way. She turned and leaned on the bench she was standing near to stretch her quads, a decidedly un-provocative stretch in my opinion. Then she grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up to wipe the sweat off of her face. I was a pretty big fan of her abs, if I'm being honest. Sadly, that signaled the end of the show. She started walking toward the building and disappeared from view.

I realized that I was touching myself and got totally creeped out by the fact that I was basically a peeping tom. Which cooled down my 'situation' considerably. I coughed and looked around again, verified that I indeed was alone in the room, and shook my head to clear it. I really needed to get laid. I'd just been so busy with wrapping up the season and finalizing the contract for the film I'd just signed on to that I hadn't had a chance to get out and about. I decided I'd try like hell to 'meet a nice girl' this weekend. Shit was getting out of control when I started fondling myself while watching a random jogger.

I pulled my shoes on, grabbed my iPod and headed out the door. I was flipping through my playlists as I walked toward the elevators, so I was startled when I heard shuffling sounds. I looked up and saw the girl from the parking lot dancing down the hallway ahead of me. Presumably she was still listening to her iPod and whatever song was on must have been amazing. She started off subtly, but as I followed her around the curve in the hall, (yes, I am aware that I was thisclose to being put on a sexual offender list of some kind) she got more into it. She was dancing like a professional, too. It wasn't like the booty popping you see in rap videos, it was more like what the actual rappers do. It involved a lot of jerky bouncing, fluid sliding moves, and arm motions. It was pretty hot.

Abruptly, she stopped in front of a door and slid a key out of her arm band. I spun around and headed back toward the elevators. I couldn't believe I was stalking an unsuspecting woman down hotel corridors. Even if she was cute. With a phenomenal ass. Among other things. I shook my head again as I made it back to the elevators. This had gone too far. Eric Northman does not creep on random women from his hotel window and then follow said random woman down her hallway like some demented janitor. This weekend. So help me God, I was getting laid this weekend.

So? What did you think? Hopefully it wasn't too hard to follow. The song for this one is Jeepers Creepers by The Puppinni Sisters thanks to Eric's creeper tendencies lol. More coming soon, I can't wait to get these guys in a bar! Thanks for reading =)