A/N: If you haven't noticed, I have changed the main character's first name. I felt that Cat was too close sounding to my character from 'Sure Thing'. So a change was made.

I laugh with Hoyt as Jason tells us of something he had thought of earlier, making a fool of himself. Hoyt had picked me up from work, Jason was meeting us here so he could get me home. My usual order, the burger and fries, was placed, a beer before me as we laughed about things, lightening the mood. It wasn't meant to last though.

Silence fell among the patrons, all eyes turning to the door. I didn't look, too busy taking a long drink from my beer. Jason glanced over at the door as Sookie rushed past our table toward the door. My empty glass hit the table, sounding far louder in the quiet of the room. My legs, up and resting on Jason's lap, extended more as I gave a big stretch, yawning.

"Miss Stackhouse."

"What are you doing here?" Sookie demanded, a bit snippy.

I didn't glance back. She could handle herself, not to mention, it was none of my business. My foot lifted a bit, hitting Jason to get his attention.

"So, we still up for the visit tomorrow?" I ask as he glances at me.

A few other people started to whisper after that, as if my breaking the focus in the tense room had been the pin to pop the bubble. Hoyt shifted a bit at the table to rest his elbows and look toward Jason and I.

"What cha both up to? Anything interesting?"

I let out a light laugh, hair flipping over my shoulder. "Yes, I'm going to have him install that poll so I can practice my stripping." I leaned a bit across the table, fingers lightly brushing his arm. "So, you interested in being the person I dance for?"

His face flamed as I fell back in my seat, laughing loud and hard at it. Jason laughed too while motioning at the bartender, Tara, for another pitcher. I snatched the pitcher and refilled my glass again, successfully cutting Jason's reach off and finishing off the pitcher. A playfully dirty look was sent at me. Raising the glass, I mocked a salute to him before tipping my head back and chugging the beer.

"Sook! Where's that pitcher?" Jason calls, throwing his arms back as he tilted his chair back to better see her.

A small gust was all the warning before Jason's chair slammed down correctly and silence followed again.

"Perhaps the proper respect would be better used."

I roll my eyes, slamming my cup down harshly before speaking.

"Perhaps realizing that we are in a bar, not owned by you or your friends would be in order," I state boldly, dislike clear in my voice with my hair blocking my face and them from each others sight. "There is no standing for you to take an offensive against him, when you have no understanding of the whole situation."

"I was not speaking to you, girl."

I gave an actual growl, very unladylike, hand curling so my fist clenched. "Sorry, can you repeat that, boy?"

"Please don't start," Sookie calls quickly, realizing what was about to happen. "Jason meant nothing by it."

"The human wants confrontation."

"Mayhap I do," I snarl, lifting my head a bit, smirking at the fist of my hand.

"Come on now, Fae," Jason says as he sends me a stern look. "She's just had a few more than she needs."

I slap my hand on the table, head lifting as my hair is thrown over my shoulder. "A few more than I need? Jas, I've only had three beers. I will not stand for some stranger with no right nor reason to insult me or jump your gun. You had every right to call for Sook, she is our server. She was not on break, so her personal confrontation with this stiff should have been kept short instead of the elongated meeting that kept her from her work." I turn, lifting a hand and a wane smile at Sook. "Sorry, Sook. But it is true."

My eyes turn to frown at the stranger that practically stood over me. Ooh great. Tall and rude fang. I roll my eyes as I sigh with exasperation and look away.

"No wonder. It's long fang."

"Miss Lynwood," he says smugly, smirking down at me.

"You aint had no canary, so cut the grin," I mock, turning in my seat to better face the giant, foot accidentally brushing his leg as I pull them from Jason.

"Drop it," Sookie pleads, taking steps closer, but out of reach and immediate danger. "Erik, leave it. She's right."

"She disrespects you, Sookie."

I laugh, standing up and placing a hand on my cocked hip. "Me, mock Sook? Boy, I've known Sook longer than you think and I earn every right to mock her. Just as she has every right to return it to me ten fold. I think it's best we just drop this problem altogether, before Sam decides to cancel my free rides home."

His fangs snapped out as he daringly challenged me openly. My left brow slowly lifted, a dark smirk painting my lips. "Sorry, Sam. I'll fix it."

Sookie yelled out in fear for us before I struck hard. The podium by the door slammed against him hard, his focus taken by my swinging fist toward his crotch. He blocked the fist, but that podium greeted him openly and threw him against my table, Hoyt falling backward.

I shifted my position, stepping into the open space now cleared before the bar and door. The vampire, Mr. Erik Northman, slowly stood from the table, eyes flicking to the podium on the floor before slowly returning to me. His hands straightened his attire before rising to cockily smooth his hair back into place.

Sookie shot forwards at the opening she saw and grabbed my arm, standing slightly before me. Her dark glare was pointed at the vampire as I patiently waited for what Sookie was doing. Northman glanced at her.

"Leave her be. I wont have you fighting a girl in my place of work."

"I could easily take this outside, Sook," I say while looking a bit up at her, serious.

"You will not!" she scolds, sending me that flaming glare. "You will go stand by Sam and behave."

"Sookie," I warn, eyes flashing as I look up at her. "I am not a child to be ordered around."

"Then don't act like one."

"Oh, yes. Because this was most defiantly the act of a child."

"Sug'," Sam says calmly, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me away. "How 'bout that shot you were wanting with me?"

BAM. The magic words. Ooh boy was I wanting a shot with him. All was forgotten as I turned with the brightest smile ever, arm around his ribs and half dragging him behind the bar to his office. The backward glare from Sam wasn't seen by me as my focus had me humming a drinking song I learned a few years back.