It was Monday night, and the club was usually closed. Something about liquor laws I thought. I decided to call Eric. I have wanted to hear Bubba actually sing since the first time he showed up in my life.

That was so only a couple years ago, but I seemed a lifetime removed from that.

"Hello, my lover," Eric purred into the phone.

"Hey, is the club open tonight? Viviane told me she was singing tonight." I paused. "And I want to come. She said she would sing with Bubba."

"It's a special supes only night. But even if you didn't qualify, you are always welcome at Fangtasia." He paused. "What are you wearing?"

"Shorts and a T-shirt."

"A vision. I meant this evening."

"Oh. I don't know. I didn't get that far, Eric."

"Will you wear your new dress? I would very much like to see you in it." I felt the lust from Shreveport.

"Sure. Look, I need to go get ready. I will see you later."

"Until then, dear one." Click.

I called Sam to tell him about the show. He was a shifter, so he qualified. He thanked me for giving him a heads up and said he would see if Terry could close up for him.

It was 8:15 after I called Sam. I was glad I washed my hair earlier. I rushed through my usual routine with a little extra make-up so I had plenty of time to attack my hair with the curling iron. When I was happy with it, it was 8:45.

I slipping into the blue satin dress and a pair of silver heels.

As I moved the box the dress came in to my closet, I could feel something else inside it. I dug through the paper and discovered a clutch the same color as the dress only darker. The contrast was nice.

I opened it to drop my lip gloss and such inside when I found a note.

Miss Stackhouse,

I am honored to dress the sheriff's wife.

Please think of me for your future needs.

Andrew Winebarber

The stationery was imprinted with the business' details. Winebarber Designs. I missed that last night on the sign if there even was one.

I wonder if Viviane told him who I was or if he just knew, but I didn't have time to contemplate that at the moment.

I had almost forgotten about the Tahoe until I walked outside. I hopped in and hit the road to Shreveport.

Every time I drove the SUV, I fell a little more in love with the idea of keeping it.

I made it to Fangtasia at 9:50, cutting it close. I really, really didn't want to miss the King of Rock and Roll sing. I mean, who gets that chance? Well, I guess this Louisiana barmaid does. I practically skipped to the employee entrance in my excitement.

Eric swung the door open.

"I wish that I could be your only source of excitement this evening." He scooped me into a searing kiss and whispered into my ear. "You look delectable, lover."

"I'm going to see Elvis." I barely made any sound when I hit the name. I didn't want to upset him if he could hear me.

Eric actually chuckled as he took my hand and led me inside. "Would you like to see him before the show? He is very lucid tonight."

I nodded enthusiastically while I tried to calm myself down. This was Bubba we were talking about.

Eric wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed my head on the way to the office.

The door was open, and we walked in, Viviane practically was sitting in Bubba's lap in the plunging purple dress she bought the night before, his arms around her and he was whispering into her ear. She was giggling about whatever he said.

"Viv, Sookie wants to say hello," Eric said, almost sounding like he was talking to Pam.

Bubba looked up, and he wasn't cloudy like normal.

"Hello, darlin'," he said. "Did you come to see Viv sing tonight?"

My stomach flopped, it was really him. I could only nod.

"Well, Sookie, you're looking might pretty tonight." He stood up. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a black button-up and dark jeans with a trademark scarf around his neck. I'd seen his hair done just so before, but it was just right tonight. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that. He walked over and hugged me. "You have always been kind as my mother. Thank you very much." He released me. "Well, I'd best be getting out there. I'll be seeing you."

Viviane was standing next to Eric near the door. Bubba wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. Whatever he whispered in her ear caused Viviane to laugh and Eric to raise an eyebrow and smile.

I watched him walk down the hall to the main room. Even the walk was different.

"Viviane, that's amazing. How long will it last?" I was bursting to know.

She shrugged. "He'll be great until I leave. Then he reverts in a few days or weeks. If I hadn't signed this contract, I'd keep him. We tried having him in Vegas. It lasted one night. The city overrides any effect I have. Just like Memphis. But who knows? Maybe it will happen someday. You better get out there and introduce me." She smacked Eric's arm at this and motioned us out.

Eric complied, but not without a sigh. I could hear her laughing as we walked out.

Pam was front and center with Bubba and Bill. Eric deposited me next to Pam and hopped onto the stage.

He checked with the band and then introduced Viviane.

Viviane could only be described as slinking onto the stage. Eric was next to me before she made it to the mic.

"Thank you for coming out to Fangtasia tonight. It's my last night here and it's pretty special. I'm going to have a guest up here a little later. So you're in for a real treat." She cocked her head to the side and smiled. "Why Sam Merlotte, you're late. But I am glad you could make it." She winked at him.

I turned to see Sam slide onto a barstool. I shot him a smile. He waved.

"Hit it boys." Her band members played the bars of that familiar Kiss song about partying everyday.

The crowd loved it as she danced and sang.

Several rocking songs later, she spoke again.

"All right, non-people. I am going to slow it down a bit. If you want to dance with your honey, do it."

Viviane was the first woman I had heard sing "Unchained Melody," but she was the best. She sang a couple other standard love songs, which I danced with Eric to, before singing Ray Charles' "(Night Time Is) The Right Time."

"Back to your chairs. Now is the time of night that I am pleased to share my stage with a great old friend of mine. He's a performer imitated by many, matched by none. Come on up here, Bubba."

Bubba leaped onto stage and grabbed the other mic. He quickly stole the show, but I don't think Viviane minded.

"Viv, darling, tell them about the first time I met you."

"I don't know if I should. It's pretty scandalous." She giggled. I wondered if this was an act.

"It was right after I did my comeback special in '68." He slid an arm around her waist like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"All that yummy leather." She kissed his cheek. The ladies of the room were nodding their heads, even Pam, and a few of the men were, too.

"Do you remember what you told me?" He raised his eyebrows at her. She shook her head. I thought she would blush if she still could. "Don't get modest on me darling. You told me you'd like to be screaming for me in a more private setting."

The crowd burst into laughter with him as she playfully hit his chest.

"Why don't we stop talking and get to doing something else?" Viviane said suggestively.

"Which thing did you have in mind?"

She looked up at him. "Why not let me sing with you on that one about that damned hotel? And then how about that one where flames lick your body? I've always loved that one."

"I don't know how anyone tells this one no." He moved the mic stand out of his way. He looked at the crowd. "I need room in case I get crazy with the legs."

The pair got into the familiar song of heartbreak. Viviane knew exactly where to put her husky voice to match his deep baritone. It's a shame they can't make records and release them now.

The band went right into the next song. Viviane slunk off to the side and let him do his thing. And lordy, he still had it.

Three songs later, he pulled Viviane back up with him.

"Now, I want you to pick the last song." He winked at her.

She grabbed his neck and whispered into his ear before nodding to the band.

It was one song I was familiar with but couldn't really tell you the lyrics.

Bubba started it off, arm hooked around her waist.

We're caught in a trap

I can't walk out

Because I love you too much baby

Why can't you see what you are doing to me

When you don't believe a word I say?

Viviane joined him, looking me in the eyes as she sang.

We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds

It was uncomfortable when she took the song over, her eyes came back to mine after drifting a bit.

So, if an old friend I know

Drops by to say hello

Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?

It was like she was trying to editorialize on what was between Eric and I before Bubba took the song back.

Here we go again

Asking where I've been

You can see these tears are real

I'm crying

They finished the rest together. Viviane's eyes left mine but kept pausing on me as she scanned the room, making each person feel like she sang for them alone.

We can't go on together

With suspicious minds

And we can't build our dreams

On suspicious minds

Oh let our love survive

Or dry the tears from your eyes

Let's don't let a good thing die

When honey, you know

I've never lied to you

As the final notes died their final death, everyone was on their feet clapping, even Eric.

Bubba swung Viviane around in a circle, kissing her cheek.

The band kept playing as Viviane and Bubba exited stage right. He came right back to the table and sat as if nothing special had happened.

Viviane flitted over to Sam and looked like she was flirting. But I guess that was how she interacted with people in general. It looked so easy. Must have been easy to learn when you don't have to block out everyone's thoughts.

Eric asked me to dance. It was wonderful as always, just being close and not worrying about what was next.

I saw Alcide standing at the bar talking with Viviane and Sam. I hadn't noticed him before. Soon, Viviane had Alcide by the bicep, dragging him to the dance floor.

Her six-inch heels helped her make up the height difference as they danced real close. I wondered if he'd broken up with the last woman he was seeing, I forgot her name.

They laughed as they swung around the floor.

When the song ended, all four of us ended up at the table where I'd watched the show. Bubba was no longer sitting there. Viviane shrugged, pushed Alcide onto a chair and perched on his knee, arm around his neck. He kept an arm around her, though I doubt she'd fall to the floor.

"I didn't realize you knew Alcide, Viv," Eric stated.

Alcide blushed a little.

"Oh, I met him when he was in Vegas a few years back." She squeezed his neck. "It was memorable." She turned to him. "When will you visit again? I have my big show now. And I have access to some of the swankiest suites on the Strip."

"I'm due for a few days off. I guess I will check my schedule. I deserve it," he said with a twinge of eagerness.

Oh my god! She slept with him! I felt a jolt of anger pass through Eric. Why is he mad?

Oh.