Fangtasia Stories: You Can't Have Awesome Sex With a Finch
Set near the beginning of Dead in the Family
"Tell me, do you floss?"
Pam flashed a forced, fangy smile at some tourists who were annoying her with the usual stupid questions as she stood at her hostess podium.
"Oh yes. Not in the traditional sense though. Perhaps I could show you my own personal flossing technique, using your inner thigh?"
She waggled her eyebrows and fully exposed her gleaming fangs. The two women gave a shocked gasp before they began laughing excitedly.
Fucking tourists.
"You can go in now. Enjoy your evening, ladies. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
They hurried in, giggling like school children.
"Who's next? How about you, cupcake?" A short, bald-headed man stepped forward, and Pam waved a hand. "Not you, you dirty breather." She beckoned a dark-haired beauty forward with her finger.
"Me?" The girl looked around and the bald man stared at her jealously.
"Hm-mm. Step forward. What's your name, pumpkin?"
The woman was tall and slim, with long, dark hair and a confident walk. She was wearing some black, tailored shorts and a jacket, and had the kind of understated, casual chic style that Pam appreciated, outside of work.
"I'm Stacey."
"Well hello, Stacey. I'm Pam. Is this your first time at Fangtasia?"
"Yes, actually it is. I've heard this is the place to come in Shreveport if you want to have some fun."
"Oh yes," Pam said, cocking her head. "We always have lots of fun here." Pam checked out her tanned legs. "Those are fabulous heels."
"Thanks."
"Not many people can pull off gold, but with your skin tone, they look divine. They'd go very well with my new Italian silk bed linens. Perhaps we could throw around some home design ideas later on."
Pam gave a fangy grin, then frowned and rolled her eyes. Eric was calling her, and he was pulling on her will.
"Gotta go, sweet-cheeks." Pam gave Stacey another quick eye-fuck, trailing her eyes all the way down her body before raising an eyebrow and pursing her lips in appreciation. "I'll be seeing you later. Let her in," she said, turning to the human guard at the door.
She gave Stacey a quick wink, then rushed through the bar, being pulled towards Eric's office. She didn't bother knocking, walking straight in.
"What's going on?"
"Victor is seriously beginning to test my patience." Eric was standing behind his desk, and he looked like he wanted to rip something apart. He slammed his phone down so forcefully that it shattered from the impact. "Close that door."
Pam did as she was told and then stood in front of Eric's desk.
"What happened?"
Eric growled and beckoned her to follow him. They went and stood in the closet where Eric kept his vampiric outfits. It was full to bursting with spare shirts, leather pants, jeans and jackets. There was a cane or two, and an over the top, furry Viking outfit which Pam had bought him on a whim, but he'd never worn. In public. The enclosed space meant that they were standing together very closely, and with all the crushed velvet and leather, when Eric shut the door, it was a tight squeeze.
"Why are we in here?" Pam said, brushing a tasseled belt off her left shoulder.
"The walls have ears. Victor has spies everywhere, and who knows if he has the whole place bugged. He's really beginning to piss me off. Not only does he hold us hostage in my own fucking bar," Eric gritted his teeth and roared in frustration. "Chaining me. Me! All the while Sookie is being fucking tortured by those, those... aaaarrrgh!" He pulled some material from a hanger and ripped up some particularly bad beige, pleated pants. "Fucking fairies!"
"Fucking fairies," Pam echoed. "Sweet-smelling, tasty, little bitches."
"Pretending that he doesn't even remember that Felipe swore Sookie protection, the idiotic fuck! No, that's not enough for him. He calls just now to tell me that he is disappointed with last months bar takings. That we are letting the competition get the better of us! I cannot believe the gall of that sick, slimy prick!"
"He needs a good staking."
"Staking is too fucking good for him, Pam. I think I would like to begin by stretching him slowly by his arms and legs until all his limbs pop off, and then I'd stuff his mauled torso into a vat filled with liquid silver. I would place him on display here at the bar and allow people to throw things at him and slap him about and ridicule him, and so on. Then I would get one of those apple corers and..." Eric sighed and tried to compose himself. "Well, I digress."
"You've put some thought into this."
"Yes. Fantasizing about ways to torture Victor has become quite a distraction. I need to re-focus. What is going on with the bar profits? We are still doing the theme nights. The merchandise is selling well. Is he just trying to discredit me?"
"Profit was down slightly last month. It was to be expected, since we were so busy after the takeover. Then of course there was the unpleasantness with the Fae, and we lost Clancy."
"Yes."
"There is another thing."
"What would that be?"
"Look, can we get out of the closet now? You've had your Victor rant. Anyway, I had the whole place checked for bugging devices only the day before yesterday, it came up completely clean."
Eric opened the door, and there was an uncomfortable moment where they both tried to exit at the same time.
"After you, Pam."
They both stepped out and sat down.
"What's the other thing?" Eric asked.
"Vampires are no longer the sole supernatural beings known to humans. Weres are the new supe of choice, it seems. Since they've come out everyone's flocking to that new Were titty bar, Growlers. They're stealing our customers."
Eric closed his eyes and groaned. How had he even missed this?
Pam narrowed her eyes at him, and cocked her head. "Are you thinking about Were titties?"
"Of course I'm not. Why would anyone be interested in Were titties?"
Pam shrugged. "Apparently, fur is the new fang. Shifting is uplifting. Dead is dead."
"I'm sorry, did you just say 'shifting is uplifting'? What the hell?"
"There was an article in this week's Supe News. Apparently this is happening all over the place."
"The fad will soon wear off." Eric chuckled to himself. "Wear off. Were off, Pam."
Pam groaned, and let her head dangle off the back of the chair.
"Seriously. What do we do?"
"The fad will wear off. As you and I are fully aware, Weres are nowhere near as exciting, sexually alluring, talented, or enduring as vampires. Once you've seen someone shift into a mammal a few times, you're left with not much more than a hairy biker with a penchant for naked runs in the forest. And frankly, that's just weird. Unless you're into bestiality then things soon get boring, even with proper shifters like Lassie Merlotte. I can fucking fly."
"Yes, that's true," Pam nodded. "Although Merlotte can fly, too. Sookie said she once caught him shifting into the form of a purple finch during her lunch break."
"A purple finch? That is so lame. Who gives a shit about a finch? You can't have the most awesome sex of your life with a finch. You can't fantasize about a hot, naked finch. A finch can't wield a 40 inch, double-edged broadsword, mowing down everything in it's path. I have been around for almost a millennia. I'm a fucking Viking, Pam."
"Yes, I know that."
"I'm not happy about this. Cheeky bastard Weres stealing our customers." Eric picked up a paperweight and threw it at the wall. It went right through, leaving a hole, and some unlucky passer-by must have been in the way of it's trajectory, because there was an audible shriek of pain.
"I can see that you're not happy, yes."
"We should go to Growlers. Check out the competition."
Pam smiled.
"I knew you were thinking about the Were titties."
"I wasn't. First thing's first, though. We need to sort out the bar, bring back the customers. Any bright ideas?"
"Actually, yes," Pam said. "I've already got some design plans for sprucing up the bar, I have some quotes for billboard and local television advertising, and have drawn up a new rota for vamp appearances. Everyone will need to step it up, do a little extra work."
"Whatever needs to be done. I will not have Weres getting the better of us in my own area."
"Also I thought we might do a charity auction, or maybe a raffle. It will be good PR. Proceeds to go to the children's ward at the local hospital, something like that."
Eric nodded.
"What are we auctioning?"
"Oh I don't know, some signed t-shirts, pictures." She shrugged. "Some time alone with a few of the vamps. How about a date with you?"
"I'm not so sure about that, Pam."
"It's for charity. Think of the tiny sick humans."
"Hmm."
"Well just a kiss, then. I'm sure you'll still bring in the big bucks. I'll organize it, you just turn up. How's that?"
"Whatever," Eric said with a sigh.
Pam marched out of the office with added purpose in her step.
Eric took his little voodoo doll of Victor out of his desk drawer and poked a pin in it's eye, repeatedly, before squishing it's head beneath his fist.
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The following week, Eric was sitting in his office, squeezing his Victor voodoo doll in a vise attached to his desk, when he stopped abruptly. He felt a warm glow inside, and he knew of only one thing that could make him react like that. His beloved was near. He smiled, and quickly shoved the vise and doll in a drawer. He closed his eyes and tried to estimate her distance, feel her emotions, hear her steps. Soon enough, he heard her chatting with Pam, and then there was a knock on the door.
"Well personally I always have a panty-less day, usually Thursdays," Pam was saying, as she opened the door. "Eric, I was just telling Sookie about that time you accidentally flashed those nuns. Do you remember?"
"Yes."
They locked eyes, and Sookie's face lit up like he hadn't seen in a while. She was eager to see him. Her emotions were not entirely stable, yet there was something extra tonight, something playful. Hopeful. Her smile was becoming more like her own again.
"Hey," she said simply.
"I'll leave you to it," Pam said with unusual tact, closing the door behind her.
Sookie was wearing tight, blue jeans with some cute, flat, red pumps with bows, and a pretty, cream, silk blouse. Her hair was curled into thick, soft waves that Eric wanted to get his fingers tangled in.
He raised an eyebrow and beckoned her with two fingers.
"Come here, my lover."
She threw her purse on the sofa, and positively flung herself at him, curling up in his lap, burying her face in his neck beneath his long hair. He felt her breathe in his scent, and he did the same with hers. His shoulders relaxed, and the usually hard features of his face softened.
"Are you alright?" he asked. He did a quick scan of her body, checking for any obvious physical problems before re-scanning her emotions.
"Yeah. I was just... around."
"I was thinking about you," he said quietly. "I missed you."
Sookie sighed as if she was relieved, like he'd spoken some words she'd been longing to hear.
"I didn't know how busy you'd be. Maybe I should've called but, well, I just got in my car and drove, and what do you know, here I am."
Eric gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face and kissed her lips softly. Sookie let out another sigh as he pulled away.
"You do not have to explain."
Sookie cupped his cheek in her palm and nuzzled him a little.
"Thank you," she whispered.
As he stroked her hair, he thought of all that she'd been through. Sookie usually pretended to everyone around her, including him, that she was fine, but he knew the truth, and Sookie knew she was unable to fool him, given their bond. The truth was, although physically she was improving every day, she was still very much traumatized by her kidnapping and torture.
He began to fantasize about tearing the heads off those fucking fairies for the thousandth time. That led on to thoughts about torturing Victor again.
Sookie pulled away from him a little, sensing his anger welling.
"What're you thinking about?" she said, with some concern.
"Nothing much."
Eric wasn't the only one who had anger issues when it came to Victor. Sookie had almost shocked him when she'd declared that Victor needed to be killed.
And, oh, he would be.
"Pam said you were having a charity event tonight."
"Yes," Eric said. "She has even donated her favorite pumps to the cause."
"Really? Well, that's just great! I hope they go for a good price. The bar's packed, don't you want to go check it out?"
"Not particularly. I'd much rather be in here with you."
Sookie smiled and kissed his cheek. She let out a little contented purr against his skin, and rubbed her face against his. Then she seemed to gather herself, as if she were realizing how needy she must have appeared, turning up like this and fawning all over him. She sat up straighter on his knee.
"So tell me about the time you flashed those nuns." She grinned cheekily, and the sight of it made Eric grin right back.
"I was completely innocent," he said, stroking her lower back. "It was an accident."
"Yeah, sure."
"It was. They walked in on me while I was dressing. Pam and I took shelter in their nunnery, and they took advantage of me; a mysterious, tall, handsome stranger. They were sneaky, dirty nuns, and they wanted an eyeful of me in my naked glory. Just like you did, that time."
"I did not!" Sookie gave him a playful slap to the chest, and flinched at the contact.
"Your wrists," Eric said, taking her hand.
"Better," she said, not entirely convincingly. "Much better."
It had torn Eric up inside to imagine what she'd gone through. The fact that she had recovered so well was a testament to her strength and determined personality. He had seen grown men break down, give up, and never recover from lesser injuries and traumas. But his Sookie was a true warrior. She would not be defeated so easily.
The pride swelled in his chest. She would recover fully, in time.
"Can I look?" Eric asked quietly. "I want to see how you're healing."
He ran his palm up her thigh, heading for the waist of her jeans, but she put her hand on top of his and curled her fingers around, bringing their linked hands to her chest.
"Not right now. The scars aren't so bad as they were. I'm healing up real good."
"Some blood, then. Will you feed from me?"
She shook her head.
"Maybe you could just kiss me, for a little while?"
Eric relaxed his frown, brought her hand to his mouth and brushed his lips over it.
"Mm. You want the kissy medicine. I think I could manage that."
Sookie relaxed against his body, as he took her into his embrace. He began with a bit of gentle lip action. As always, Sookie's lips were soft cushions of loveliness, and he couldn't get enough of them. He took his time, slowly building the momentum of their kiss. He read her every move, every push forward, every little moan that escaped her lips, every stroke of her fingers against his skin. He multi-tasked with his hands, burying his fingers in her hair, massaging gently, running his hand lightly up and down her spine, stroking her arm, pulling her more closely to his body. He wrapped her in a blanket of comfort and bliss, and relished every moment.
They were at it for some time.
"Eric."
Sookie's voice was ragged as she finally pulled away, her breathing heavy. She closed her eyes as he trailed his lips up and down her neck.
"Hmm?"
"I'm feeling much better, you know?"
"Yes," he responded, whispering against her warm skin. "I can tell." He swept her hair back, exposing her neck. His tongue darted inside her ear, and her body jerked in response.
"Oh. That's... oh. Well, maybe when you're done here, we could go back to your house."
Eric pulled away and raised an eyebrow.
"Give me ten seconds."
He quickly set about shutting down his computer, grabbed his keys, stood with her still in his arms, and slipped on his boots. Sookie reached down to retrieve her purse from the sofa, then he quickly stepped towards the door.
"Open it for me, will you, lover?"
"Don't you have stuff to do here?"
"Nothing I can't do at home, later."
Sookie smiled and turned the doorknob. Thalia was standing behind the door, just about to knock.
"Oh."
"Yes?" Eric said impatiently.
"Pam told me to come and get you. Your lot is coming up."
"What?"
"The raffle, sheriff."
Eric groaned, and Thalia scurried off, mumbling angrily to herself as she often did. Eric carried on down the corridor, heading for the back entrance.
"Hey, shouldn't we go in there?" Sookie asked, looking back towards the bar.
"No. We have other, much more important matters to attend to."
He was going to pull out all the stops this evening, he'd decided. Sookie seemed much improved, and tonight was definitely going to be the night that she got her orgasm mojo back.
"But it's for charity."
"I'm sure we will have raised a lot of money already."
"I'd like to see."
"Do you want someone pawing all over me? Do you really want to see me forced into kissing some random old lady?"
"Come on. It'll be fun."
Eric stopped, looked down at the face of his lover, and caved. Reluctantly, he set her down, and they walked out into the main bar area. The winners of Pam's favorite pumps were just leaving their table, so they took that one, and Eric pulled out a chair for Sookie to sit down. There was much 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' at the sight of him, and a buzz seemed to be going around the room.
"Ah, there you are," Pam said, just as one of the human waitresses wiped the table. A fresh napkin and a ginger ale was placed in front of Sookie. "You're up next."
"I don't remember agreeing to this," Eric said, glaring down at his child.
"You did, you said 'whatever'. The winner gets a date with you this evening."
"That's not possible, Pam. I've already made plans."
"It won't take long, just a quick drink." She flashed a smile at Sookie. "There doesn't have to be sex involved."
"Pam..."
"You should do it," Sookie encouraged. "It's for a good cause, right? That lady over there in the blue, she's already bought a hundred tickets and she's thinking about getting more. And that guy with the beard, he's thinking about remortgaging his house to raise some extra funds."
"Eric doesn't do beards," Pam said, smirking. She turned back to Eric. "Oh, Maxwell Lee wanted a quick word with you about having some time off. He lost a couple of fingers last night."
"In a fight?" Sookie asked.
"No. To my chihuahua."
Sookie looked confused.
"Huh? You got a dog?"
"No, she didn't," Eric mumbled. "He is the most accident prone vampire I have ever met. The times he's had to regrow fingers..." He shook his head, before wandering off to find his minion.
"Did you want to buy a ticket, Sookie?" Pam pulled out a book of them, and smiled. "Ten dollars each, how many will you have?"
"Ten dollars? Wow, I think I only got about eighteen on me. I'll just take one, thanks."
Pam tore off a ticket, handed it to Sookie, pocketed the cash, and moved on to the next table. Sookie sat there, sipping on her drink, trying to block out all the lusty thoughts the people around her were having about Eric. Some of them had made quite elaborate and sexy date plans, and she was beginning to worry about what might actually happen.
Eric finally came back, being dragged by the arm by Pam. He bent down to Sookie on his way past.
"I'm not happy about this, lover," he whispered. "I'll make sure it doesn't take long. They can just stare at me for a few minutes then we'll go."
"You've got to give them their money's worth, Eric. Some of these people here have paid a lot of money to have a chance to win a date with you."
Pam tugged at his sleeve again, and he carried on up to the stage, giving Sookie an almost fearful stare.
"And now on to the grand prize of the evening," Pam said into the microphone. "The one you've all been waiting for, apart from my lot. A date with the owner of Fangtasia, Eric Northman."
There was a lot of whooping and screaming, and Thalia wheeled on a tombola drum. Pam proceeded to turn the handle, rotating it.
"Get your tickets ready everyone."
There was a drum roll. Sookie pulled out her little pink ticket and looked at it. Other people were doing the same thing, awaiting the announcement with baited breath.
"And the winner is..." Pam opened the door to the drum, dipped her hand inside, and rooted around. "It's so exciting," she said, without any excitement at all. "I can barely contain myself." She pulled out a ticket. "Pink 618."
There was a lot of mumbling and rustling as people searched through their tickets.
"It's me!" Sookie shouted. "Right here! I got pink 618!" She waved her ticket in the air, and grinned at Eric, who seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.
There was a lot of groaning and shuffling, and some disappointed patrons began to leave immediately.
"Yes? Pink 618?" Pam said, smiling. "Come up here and claim your prize."
Sookie trotted up onto the stage, and Pam checked her ticket.
"Are you sure that's not 819?" Pam teased. "Did you tamper with your ticket? I'm afraid that I will have to disqualify you if you tampered with it."
"No," Sookie said. "Look, you got it upside down."
Pam turned it round.
"Well, it looks like we have ourselves a winner!"
Sookie did a happy little dance, and grinned up at Eric excitedly.
"I never win anything! Who would've guessed I'd end up winning a date with you?"
"I know. Wasn't that a coincidence?" Eric said, with a glance in Pam's direction. He took Sookie's hand and guided her back to the table. A fresh ginger ale and a warm True Blood were already waiting.
"I get a date with you. Do I have to have it now, or can I save it for another time?"
"We're married, Sookie," Eric said quietly. "Don't you think we're past the dating stage?"
"Pfft." Sookie sipped on her drink and waved a hand. "Don't even go there, you know what I think of that. Married people date sometimes, anyway, even if we were. Which we aren't. And we never even dated before, so how can we be past that stage? You've got to at least give me one proper date since you tricked me into marrying you."
Eric made a disgruntled groaning noise.
"See, you just admitted we're married."
"No I didn't. Nobody gets married by passing an old knife then kissing it."
"Yes, they do. We do."
Sookie crossed her arms and straightened her back, and Eric changed the subject.
"I believe we already had date plans tonight, anyway," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
"That was before I won a prize," Sookie said, relaxing and smiling again. "So now I want a proper date. Like a blind date. Or a first date."
Eric was confused, but he figured he'd go along with it, since Sookie was in such good spirits tonight.
"Like the speed dating?"
"Kind of, but slower."
"Shall we have this wonderful, long, slow date at my house, where we can get comfortable?"
Sookie rolled her eyes at him, and Eric briefly wondered what it was about him and women who rolled their eyes all the time.
"You've got to woo me first. I don't give it up that easy." Eric stared down at the table, confused, and Sookie stood up. "I'm going to get ready for my date. I'll see you in five."
Eric became even more confused, since she was already ready, but he enjoyed the view as she made her way to the ladies room. He looked around the bar, and noticed nearly everyone had gone home, after spending all their money on the Fangtasia Charity Auction Event. Some of the staff were sweeping up, and others were wiping down tables. He really had no idea what Sookie was expecting from their date, but he decided he'd do his best to entertain her.
When she finally emerged, she was sporting a coy smile and a fresh coat of lipstick, and Eric followed her every step with eager eyes. He stood up before she reached the table.
"Hi."
"Hello," Eric said, before bending down to kiss her cheek. He gestured for her to sit down, and held the chair out for her, then sat down himself. "You look very enchanting this evening."
"Thank you. What was your name again? Ken, wasn't it? Or was it Dixie Normous?"
"No. My name is Mike," Eric said, sipping on his True Blood.
"Oh yeah? Mike what?" she said, smiling. "Mike Litoris?"
Eric spat blood all over the table in shock and amusement.
"Sorry," he said, wiping his mouth and mopping up with a napkin. "No. Mike Oxbigger."
Sookie laughed so hard she nearly fell off her chair. That made her laugh even harder.
"I don't think that's a real name," she said finally, dabbing at her eye.
"No, you're right. I'm sorry, I made that up purely for immature entertainment purposes. My real name is Hugh."
"Hugh, huh?" Sookie said, sipping on her drink.
"Yes. Hugh Jerection."
Sookie sprayed her drink all over the table and began coughing.
"Are you alright?" Eric asked, handing her a fresh napkin.
"Yes," Sookie coughed. "Fine, thanks, Hugh."
"Shall we be ourselves now?" Eric said, as someone came to clean up the mess and bring some water. "Or do you want more rude aliases? I have lots. Mike Litoris was a good one."
"You like Mike Litoris, huh?"
"Oh yes, very much," Eric said, with a fangy grin.
"No," Sookie waved a hand, and sipped on the water. "No more. I'll choke again."
Eric took a swig from his bottle.
"Well then, what do people do on dates?"
Sookie shrugged. "They go out somewhere, or meet up somewhere, like this, and chat about stuff. Dance. I like to dance, you know that. Flirt, maybe."
"I can do that."
"Oh yeah, you definitely got the flirting part covered, honey."
"You didn't like dating, before."
Sookie sighed.
"I hated dating. I had some really terrible dates. Even the nice guys have nasty thoughts sometimes, and they think stuff like 'she really shouldn't have worn that skirt, it makes her butt look huge' or 'her lipstick is a slutty color, I'm definitely onto a winner tonight'. It gets kind of tiring. I pretty much gave up by the time I was twenty."
"Human males are idiots," Eric scoffed.
"It's not really their fault, it's just what they think, probably without even realizing it or meaning any harm. Some of them weren't as bad, but it always ended up going wrong at some point. Anyway, are you telling me you've not had thoughts like that about me?"
"Of course not."
"Hm-mm," Sookie nodded, before taking a sip of her drink.
"You do not believe me?"
"I believe I don't want to know what you've been thinking. That's the way I like it, remember?"
"Oh yes. You only want me for my quiet brain signature."
"That's right. That and your sweet hiney."
The corner of Eric's mouth upturned into his lopsided smile.
"My what?"
"You heard me."
Eric had no idea what a hiney was, but he could have a good guess, since Sookie had a particular fixation with a certain part of his anatomy. He'd amused her on a few occasions recently, by performing what she had coined 'the butt dancing'. This mostly involved a naked Eric flexing his glutes while humming a tune, causing Sookie to giggle like a maniac. The show always ended with her sighing and fondling him. She requested it frequently, and it was his new favorite pastime.
"Do you want to know what I was thinking, when you were walking over?" Eric said.
"No. Absolutely not."
"I was thinking how your hair was looking a little darker than usual, and that the waves that you'd curled it into framed your face perfectly. I was noticing how your eyes are sparkling again, and your smile is back. The real one, that gives you dimples in your cheeks and lights up the room." She turned her face away, shyly, and he leaned forward. "I was thinking how incredibly beautiful and fascinating you are to me, and of how grateful I am that you are here with me tonight. And I was thinking how much I wanted to be alone with you, in bed, showing you just how beautiful and incredible I think you are."
It took Sookie a moment or two to respond, and she blinked a few times.
"Huh. That's..." She paused and cleared her throat. "Well, now the weather's turned brighter, my hair will soon get lighter again."
Eric imagined her, lazing in a lawn chair in her yard, wearing sunglasses and a bikini, basking in the sun. The brightness of the image in his mind almost made him squint his eyes and he could have sworn he felt his temperature rise, as if the sun were beating down on his own skin.
He re-focused his eyes on hers, and smiled.
"Pam dyed my hair pink once. It was horrendous."
Sookie laughed.
"I wish I could've seen that. Pam's a hoot."
"She's an absolute menace."
"That's why we love her, right?" Sookie's eyes narrowed as a thought suddenly occurred to her. "Hey, you think she fixed the raffle?"
Eric shrugged.
"Perhaps you were just lucky."
"Hmm. Hey, did I tell you Jason's got a new girlfriend? She seems good for him. I think he might actually be growing up a little bit."
Eric shook his head, and he listened intently as she told him about her visit to her brother's house, as well as her visit with Bill, and her intentions to start tanning as soon as possible now that Spring had arrived. Eric requested photographs. They chatted until everyone else had left. Sookie tried to teach Eric her routine to Pat Benetar's Love is a Battlefield, but they didn't get very far because every time she gyrated her hips he got distracted. Finally, Eric turned off all the lights and locked up the bar. He took her home, performed the butt dance to a captivated audience, and showed her some A-one lovemaking.
It was the best date ever.
A/N: I'd just like to thank my lovely beta, Stacey, AKA RubySun03, for making a cameo appearance early on, flirting with Pam, as she always seems to turn up doing in my stories. I don't know why it happens, I think they were just meant to be. Cheers for all the wonderful beta help as well, Stacey! You da bomb.
Thanks everyone for continuing to read and comment, and putting up with my sporadic posting. You are all awesome and I want to feed you cake.