Hello again! We're here with chapter three, and I'm very excited. I was a tad melodramatic at the end of last chapter – but that's what happens when you late-night post. As I said before, this is Jason's chapter, so things should be fun. I hope you're as excited as I am. :)

Man. I say like the exact same thing every time I write one of these. I'm so not creative. Haha.

Oh, and yes, my chapter's another song title. I do that. I don't really know how it started, but each title has its own little connection to the story. So, it may not SEEM like it makes sense, but to me it does, and that's all that matters. Haha.

SO here we go!

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Reviews:

Murgatroid: Aw, that's so kind of you. I don't mind how much it matches up with the season, but I do when it comes to the characters. As long as it's not OOC, I'm happy. :)

Vanilla Sunset In The Sky: Gracias. And you're so correct.

rosecoloredskies: Exactly!! There are like NO Sam fics on here, which makes me extremely sad, because I love Sam. This will most likely end up being Sam and Emily, actually. Haha. And yes, the Killers are so awesome.

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Chapter Three: Take Me On The Floor

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Sookie walked away, went over to say something to Sam, I'd guess, seeing as she stopped by the bar.

I looked down at my drink, swirled it with my straw a bit, the ice cubes hitting the side of the glass. My eyes moved back up to the girl, who was pulling a pen out of her pocket and sticking it behind her ear. She was hot as hell. Long legs, creamy skin, an amazing set of… I could feel myself beginning to stare, so I looked back down at my drink, smiling to myself.

"So, Jason, is there anything I can get you?" She asked.

My eyes moved from my drink, slowly slinking up her form, before answering, "Well, I don't think so right now. I'm waiting for a friend of mine – so you could check back later."

She nodded, "Okay, I can swing that," she smiled, "You are a very easy first customer, Jason."

I nodded, "Thank ya', and flashed a smile.

She smiled back. I looked down again, and she turned to walk away. Amy flashed through my mind real fast, like she was waiting there the entire time just to pop into my head. I like to think that generally I'd gotten over her death by now. It seems like every day I spend a little less time thinking about her. I wonder if soon I'll stop think about her all together – part of me wished that'd come sooner, seeing as it's difficult to think back without feeling some sense of guilt over her death.

My girlfriend was murdered by my best friend. No wonder I'm such a fuck up.

The waitress - Emily, Sookie just told me her name – came back after checking in with another couple of tables, and leaned down, "I have a question about your sister."

"Shoot," I said, laughing a little bit and leaning towards her. I think I was subconsciously hitting on this girl – which bugged me way less than I thought it should. I mean, she deserved it. There wasn't a part of her I didn't want my hands on, and that feeling kept making me look down at my drink.

"Is she always so… trusting?" she asked, "It just seems like everyone around here's been so nice to me, and well, they barely know who I am."

"Sookie's… a little strange," I smiled a little, "But she knows what she's doing. And, honestly, I can't think of a reason someone would be rude to a pretty lil' thing like you." I leaned back and took another swig of my coke.

She laughed, "Thanks," and turned to go away again.

"Wait," I said, "Where'd you say you were from?"

I liked her, and since it was only her first few nights in town, there wasn't much she could know about my history. Hell, I may get laid tonight.

"I didn't," she called back, "New Orleans."

"I've heard a lot about the town," I said, following her as she walked over to the bar.

"Three beers, and a corn n' oil, whatever the fuck that is," she mumbled that last part and Sam smiled from behind the bar. "Most have, Jason, it is the capital of Louisiana."

Sam laughed, and my eyes darted towards him curiously, but he was focused on putting some drinks together.

"I'd love to hear more about it."

"Of course you would," she said, turning to face me, "Who wouldn't want to talk to a pretty lil' thing like me?" She laughed.

"I have no idea," I answered, "We don't have to talk if you don't want," I smiled, "There are plenty of other things two people like us could do in the time it takes to have a nice conversation."

"Here, Emily," Sam said loudly, placing the drinks on her tray.

"Something tells me conversations with you don't last very long anyway, Hun," she said, twirling around me and making her way to the table next to mine.

I followed her over, "You'd be surprised," I laughed a little, "I have a lot to talk about."

She looked up at me, "Really?" Her face was sarcastic, almost like she was just humoring me. I still didn't want to just give up. There was something about her that was so… different than what we normally get around here, than I what I normally get around here. I couldn't stop fantasizing about moving my lips all the way down her chest, around her stomach-

"Jason Stackhouse what the hell are you thinking?" Sookie whispered sharply as she walked between us, grabbing Emily and leading her to the bar, and effectively away from me.

I followed, of course.

Emily was chuckling, "You never said your brother was so charming, Sook."

"Charming, pig-headed, what's the difference?" she laughed a little. "Here take my next couple of trays – Sam knows what they are. Right Sam?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sam replied, moving a vodka bottle up and down as he emptied its contents into a glass.

"I've gotta go for a second – I'll be right back, I promise." She turned quickly and practically ran out the front door.

"Does that happen a lot?" Emily asked Sam.

He nodded, "Oh yeah," he replied, "All the time."

"Okay… where's all this going?"

"Table 12, booth near the door on the left side."

"Okay, and this one?"

"Table 16."

"Thanks." She grabbed the tray, carrying it surprisingly well for it being fully loaded, and asked the people sitting down who ordered what.

"Charming, huh?" I asked.

She smiled, "I forgot you were following me. That's odd; it doesn't seem like something one would forget."

"That's changin' the subject," I informed her, smirking as I leaned over next to her when we got back to the back for the stuff from table sixteen, she turned and started walking.

"It's not. And you are kind of charming;" she flashed me a glance, "In a sort of country boy doesn't know what the hell he's doing kind of way."

I shrugged, "Charming's charming," I laughed, "I'll take it."

"Good for you. Arlene, where's table sixteen?"

"The place where Lafayette spilled nail polish on the floor that one time," she answered as she passed us. Emily looked confused.

"Sam," she said, suddenly appearing in front of the bar, "Where's table sixteen?"

"Over the by the jukebox," he grinned, "You having trouble finding your way around?"

"Well, Sookie is nicer than any human should be, but she's not good with layouts. And Arlene apparently needs to inform me of the history of your bar – down to the last nail polish stain."

Sam laughed, "That's okay. It's just your first day. You'll get the hang of it sooner than you think."

She smiled, "Thanks."

Arlene appeared again next to Emily, "Four beers, Sam."

"And the next table you're getting," he said to Emily from over his shoulders, "is table eighteen – that's up here by the bar," he pointed, her eyes followed. "Anything else you need?" he asked.

I was getting a little annoyed, but I kept myself watching the situation. Maybe, by some stroke of luck, I'd find an in. I couldn't just give up and go sit back down now, no, now it was much too personal. She's intentionally ignoring me, and I had a feeling that maybe I could just squeeze my way in.

"Nope. Thanks, again, Sam," she said.

"No problem," he smiled, nodding a little.

"Damn, Sam," Arlene said, speaking up after watching the conversation, "You're really acting… pleasant tonight. I like it!" she paused, then turned to Emily, "But don't get used to it girl, Sam can be a real hard ass."

"Arlene," Sam drawled out, rolling his eyes.

"What? I'm just being honest," she smiled, "You know I love you, Sam."

"You're not supposed to scare away the new girl," he said, laughing a little.

"Well, it takes a lot to scare me," Emily said, laughing a little at the both of them.

"Good," the both of them said simultaneously.

She laughed again and moved towards table sixteen.

"Oh come on – you are new around here, why don't you let me show you around?" I egged, leaning against the wall as she passed out drinks.

"I have Sookie for that," she said, "So, I'm good."

"It'll be fun," I said, "Promise." God, it would be fun. I swallowed, watching her with some sense of anticipation.

She laughed, making her way back to the bar again to refill her tray, "Oh, I bet."

I sighed, "Okay, okay, I get it. You're not interested. I understand." I grinned, "Well, I kinda understand."

"I never said I wasn't interested," she looked over at me, and I could feel a small smirk coming on. I laughed and little and looked down at the floor before looking back at her. Damn, this girl was confusing. "Is that is Sam?" she asked, looking around for more of Sookie's orders.

"Uh, yeah," he said, "I don't know if she's coming back she's… um… she's been gone for a while." He looked down and looked really focused on the glass he was drying. I moved my gaze back to Emily who was watching him curiously before talking to me again.

"Jason," she said, "I'm very interested. You're-"

"Hot. Gorgeous. Adorable. Charming?" I joked.

"Cute," she said sternly, "But you're also-"

"Dumb as a box of rocks," Sam cut in, "Do you know what your sister's doing with Bill? This place is full tonight, and Arlene's gotta get back home, so I need Sookie here tonight," he explained. He sounded really annoyed, and I was a little confused.

"Damn, calm down, Sam," I said, trying to sounds nice enough to impress Emily and harsh enough so that he'd shut the hell up. "And I don't know what she's doin' with him – they're always sneaking around doing… vampire stuff."

"Vampire stuff," Emily chuckled, "Wow, so creative."

Sam sighed, "Damn it," he looked at Emily, "If she doesn't come back, I've gotta make Arlene stay. I wouldn't talk to her much – you don't want to be on Arlene's bad side, and if she's staying the only thing available will be her bad side."

She nodded, "I don't think Sookie would be gone this long unless there was something important happening. I mean, that just strikes me as odd, her leaving on my first day."

"Who knows," Sam muttered, "That vampire practically drags her around everywhere."

"But Bill's not stupid," Emily replied, "He wouldn't just take her out of work knowing how pissed you'd get. Well, he would," she giggled, "but-"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam snapped, leaning over the counter with a confused expression.

"You wanna fuck my sister," I snapped, moving a little to regain Emily's attention.

"Jason! Geez, ever heard of subtlety?" Emily snapped at me, and I tried not to roll my eyes. I was so close. So close. She was about to say something that made me look bad, and I was about to come back with something that made that not matter – at least for the next twenty-four hours. But, that asshole had to come in and ruin everything. I looked at the counter.

"It's fine," Sam said quietly, "That's not the point. What if-"

"Nothing bad happened, Sam," Emily reeled out, "I'd be aware if something was going down. I have connections."

He looked down, and said something I couldn't catch. I stood, and turned to face the door. Where the fuck was my sister? She had been gone for a time by now, about a half an hour. The waitresses' traffic had gone down a lot, now that everyone had their food and drink. No one was coming in, and no one was coming out. I didn't think that Bill would have her in trouble; I trusted Emily on that front. What I didn't understand is what could possibly be happening that needed her so badly.

Despite the fact that I kept thinking about Sookie, my eyes kept moving over to Emily. She was currently talking to Sam, trying to get him to calm the hell down, I was guessing. I wasn't paying attention, didn't see a reason to.

Sooner or later Hoyt had entered the bar, and I'd made my way back to the booth to discuss my experience with the new waitress, which was still a work-in-progress, as far as I was concerned.

"You must be Jason's friend," Emily said, coming up to our table, notepad out.

"Hoyt," he said, nodding a little. He didn't say much after that, just kind of sat there. I smiled, poor guy, had no idea how to act around her. I guess that was a testimony to how hot she was, but at the same time, it showed how unattainable she was, the part that really mattered.

"Good to meet you," she said, "Anything I can get for you two?"

"Beer," Hoyt said.

"Gotcha," she turned to walk away, the spun back around, "Jason?"

"Yeah?" I asked, leaning back in the booth and looking up at her, I knew what she was going to say. This was the best trick I had. I'd hit on her all night, and now, I'm not. She spoke to me, and I said nothing in return. It always works. Foolproof.

"Hi. Emily. The girl you were stalking not too long ago?" she waved a little, "Are you actually finished?"

"Yep," I sighed, "If you don't want me, you don't want me." I shrugged, smiling to the table as I sipped my drink, "It's not worth the effort. I'm done." My eyes were looking up at her, waiting for what she'd do next. The usual was an 'Oh.' And they'll just walk away.

"Oh," she said, making me smile, "Your loss. I was gonna ask you if you wanted to, like, talk or something after my shift tonight."

"Wha-"

"Damn," she muttered, biting her lip, "That sucks." She turned and started walking towards the bar.

Hoyt started laughing, but tried to cover it up with a hand over his mouth. I reached across the table and punched him in the arm, "Shut up."

"Just go ask her out," he sighed, "From what you've told me, you've done everything but that."

"Oh come on, now, Hoyt," I said slowly, "That's stupid. She's… clever. She's not just going to want me to walk up and-"

"Here you go Hoyt," she said, setting the beer on the table.

Hoyt kicked me under the table, I rolled my eyes. It was like we were in school again, or something.

I stood up, and sat back on the table a little. "Emily, what would you say if I asked you out?"

"Like on a date?" she laughed, "I'd say, 'Where the hell would we go out to in a place like this'?"

"Nowhere, really," I laughed, "Anywhere you want. My place, yours…" my voice trailed off and I laughed a little.

She didn't look impressed, "I'd say yes. But, alas, you didn't ask me."

I rolled my eyes, "Will you go out with me?"

"Nope," she said, turning around, "But I will meet you outside after work," she winked, "But don't expect to get lucky. I'm exhausted."

I blinked, not really knowing how to respond to that. I smiled nevertheless, and agreed.

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Oohlala. Yet another seemingly pointless chapter, haha. I'm kidding, of course. This was really fun to write. I hope that you guys like it!!!!

Oh, and if you could spare like, fifteen seconds of your life and review, I'd be eternally grateful. I know people are reading, but I get three reviews per chapter. It's depressing.

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So… to recap, I hope you're likin' this. I still have much of my summer left, so updates will be coming your way. I'm really into this story. I have a lot of ideas. I'm excited.

You should be too!!

Okay, I think that's it. Geez, if you actually read my author's notes, you must be crazy. I just ramble. I mean honestly, I'm entertaining, but I'm not THAT entertaining.

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