feel_human | saturday night and the moon is out

Tucked away off the road in Bon Temps, there's a road house. Warm light spills from its windows, and the sound of a jukebox playing drifts out into the muggy Louisiana night. The regular assortment of trucks and Hail-Mary-please-keep-this-lemon-goin'-just-a-little-longer cars sit in the dirt parking lot; what amounts to about half the town's small population... or, at least, of those of the 'drinking age and above' persuasion.

Inside, it's a bar of the type scattered all across the American South: homey, no-nonsense. Booths and tables. A man in a plaid flannel shirt wiping the bar; a crossdresser in the kitchen singing Gospel hymns and rolling his hips in time with the words just to scandalize the prep cook. A handful of waitresses, bustling about.

Sookie makes her way briskly through it all, a tray balanced on her palm and her eyes kept stubbornly front, as voices swarm around her. Aloud, and... less so.

...I’m just going to have one beer tonight Jesus one beer that’s all...

...better not gripe about me eating fries not after what I did for him last night...

...I cannot wait to get the hell out of this podunk town...

"Well, make sure you do, and before it’s too late," she responds, thoughtless, to the young man. "Because every year you wait? You just get more and more stuck here. Believe me, I know."

He stares at her. So do his parents.

So does the other table. And she realizes, too little too late, that he hadn't said that out loud, not at all. She laughs, uncomfortable. "I’ll get y'all some ketchup," she says, brightly, and flees, ponytail swinging against the nape of her neck as she goes.

Stupid, Sookie, she chides herself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

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gavemea_45

There's something almost soothing about the work. Sam uses the time to mull over next steps for dealing with the vampire problem. By the time he finishes the back and one side of the house and has made major inroads on the front, he's got a couple of ideas. A lot depends on if Bill had been lying about where he's laired up, which Sam has to admit is pretty damn likely.

A flicker of motion at the corner of his eye catches his attention. He pulls the mower to a halt and looks over at Sookie, who's just come down the steps.

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feel_human

"It's hot as blazes out here," she says, coming down the drive and walking over the grass to hold out the frosty glass of lemonade to him. "Here. You must be dyin' of thirst."

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gavemea_45

He shuts off the mower and takes the drink with alacrity. "Thanks. You're right, it's pretty hot."

The lemonade is fresh and cool and sweet and tastes like heaven. Sam finishes a third of the glass before he lowers it and smiles at her.

"How's it looking so far?"

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feel_human

She puts her hands on her hips and turns, surveying his work. "Looks nice and mowed to me," she observes, and looks back at him with a smile.

"You gettin' tired of it yet?"

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gavemea_45

"It's kind of fun. Probably not if you have to do it all the time, though, I guess."

Sam looks around, checking his own progress, and looks back at Sookie. "I should be done pretty soon, I think. Are you waiting on me?"

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feel_human

"No," she says, and smiles a winsome smile at him. "I gotta go hang the laundry on the line still. I just figured I'd come make sure you stayed hydrated."

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gavemea_45

"Thank you." Sam raises the glass to her and downs another third of it. "Let me guess, you or your grandmother probably made this from scratch, from real lemons?"

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feel_human

"That's the only way to do it," she says, grinning widely at his enjoyment. "And there's a whole pitcher still in the fridge, and plenty of lemons, so you can have as much as you want."

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gavemea_45

"I'm used to the powdered stuff that you mix with water," Sam informs her. "So I'll take you up on that."

He glances around, just to make sure no one's sneaked up on them - although the chance of that in bright daylight's basically nonexistent. Still.

"I took a look around earlier, like I said I would. Didn't find anything, though."

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feel_human

Her dream filters back into her mind, and her smile fades. "Do you want me to bring you over there? To the Compton place?"

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gavemea_45

He hates seeing her smile dim like that. "Sorry," he murmurs. "But yeah, that'd be a good idea. Sometime today while it's still daylight."

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feel_human

"It's okay, Sam."

Her mouth twists, wry. "It's gotta be done, and we may as well get it out of the way. We can go over first thing after I'm finished, okay? I'll just want to clean up a little, first."

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gavemea_45

"Okay," he murmurs. "I should probably clean up too. At least to dust the grass off."

He finishes off the rest of the lemonade and offers the glass back to her. "I'll knock the rest of this out first, though."

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feel_human

She takes the glass with a nod. "Okay. Help yourself to the shower, or anythin' else. I'll meet up with you when I'm finished."

With a little wave, she heads back up to the house, empty glass in hand and her mind resolutely focused on the few chores she has left to do. No sense in worrying about anything else just yet.

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gavemea_45

He looks after her for a second before he starts the mower again and gets back to work.

Damn that bloodsucker, anyway.

It doesn’t take long to finish. Sam wheels the mower back to the shed and ducks inside to clean up. A quick shower, a change of clothes, and he’ll be all set.

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feel_human

She's out back, hanging clothes and sheets on the lines when he comes to put the mower away, and waves to him with one hand holding a clothespin, the other keeping a corner of a sheet from flying off the line, another clothespin awaiting its turn for service in her mouth. The clothes will all smell so sweet, drying out here in the sun with the scent of a fresh-mowed lawn around them, and she's satisfied with the neat line of laundry ruffling in the breeze when she's finished.

Then it's whisking herself back in for a glass of water and a shower, before she rough-dries her hair and brushes it into sleek waves that she can braid loosely back. If they're just walking over to the old Compton place first, she decides, she won't get all dressed up. She chooses a little denim skirt and white floral tank top and slips her feet into her light sneakers before running lightly down the stairs.

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gavemea_45

He looks up as she starts down the stairs, and his eyes light with appreciation.

“Hey.”

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feel_human

"Hi."

She takes the last few steps, her hand lingering on the stair rail, and smiles at him. "Ready?"

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gavemea_45

He knows she’s just been working too, so how can it be that she looks so fresh and pretty? Sam glances down at himself. The best thing he can say about his t-shirt-plus-long-sleeved shirt and jeans is that it’s all clean and covers the knife on his arm.

“Ready when you are.”

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feel_human

Her smile warms, and she ducks her head into the living room, where Adele is looking through the morning paper. "Gran, Sam 'n I are goin' for a walk. We'll be back before lunch, okay?"

"Okay, honey," comes the reply. "You two have fun, now."

Straightening, Sookie looks back at Sam and tips her head toward the front door, then leads him out over the porch and into the bright morning air. "We'll go along the path, 'stead of driving," she says, practical. "I guess if he was out last night, he probably didn't take a car."

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gavemea_45

“Probably not,” Sam agrees. “If he’s there, he should be asleep, but be careful anyway.”

He glances over at her as they start in the direction of the path. “Some lore says that some of them can be aware in the day, if they’re strong enough. I always thought that was kind of like a hunter’s ghost story, but it doesn’t hurt to keep an eye out.”

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feel_human

She leads him over the freshly mown grass of the side lawn to a path between the trees that leads to the old churchyard, and glances up at him as they step into the dappled light under the leaves.

"What makes 'em stronger or not?"

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gavemea_45

“Age, mostly. They’re pretty damn strong to start with, but the older they get, the tougher they are.” He keeps pace at her side, scanning the forest around them.

“Silver weakens them, like I said before. Most of what we know comes from the hunters who’ve come up against them and lived. And the records of those who didn’t.”

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feel_human

"I wonder how old Bill is," she muses, watching with interest as he looks around them, unsure what signs he might be seeing or looking for.

"He looked kinda old-fashioned, I guess, but it's hard to tell. Some people dress that way on purpose."

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gavemea_45

“You said there was a history center of some kind in town?” Sam looks around again, then at her. “Library records maybe? If he’s really from around here we might find him that way.”