saturday night and the moon is out

[feel_human]

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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[feel_human]

Her smile widens. "Deal."

She doesn't understand how this could be happening. What is it about him that's muffling her disability so much? Curious, she reaches tentatively toward his mind, but backs off before she can make contact, scolding herself silently for even thinking about invading the privacy he's so happily been given.

Sookie casts a glance at his burger. "Well... I better leave you to it. If you need anything else, just holler, okay? I'll come on by to check on you in a bit."

[gavemea_45]

Sam grins at her. "You know where to find me." It's not like he's in any hurry to hit the road again tonight, especially now that he's going to be sticking around for a couple of days.

[feel_human]

"I guess I do," she smiles, and turns to get the rest of the Rattrays' order, feeling a little like she's walking on air.

Silly, maybe, but the good interactions she's had with people, especially newcomers, are few and far between, and she can't help feeling pleased that he'd apparently decided to side with her, even without knowing her at all.

[gavemea_45]

Sam watches after her for a moment, only to spot that he's being watched in turn when he glances around the room again. The redhead's giving him an interested look - until he catches her at it, that is, and she bustles off with her tray, pretending that she wasn't. The bartender-slash-boss-Sam's expression's a lot more shuttered, for whatever reason.

Most of the rest of the customers aren't paying that close attention, no more than he figures they would any stranger in town. The music's turned up on the other side of the bar where the noisier crowd's located, and - yeah, that looks like a pool table in the back, if he cranes his neck. Might be worth checking out later over another beer, and that'd let him hang around a little longer.

First things first, though. Sam snags a fork and a paper napkin or two from the dispenser and gives the vegetables a try before digging into the burger. It's not half bad.

[feel_human]

She finishes up her next round and takes a moment's breather by the bar, where Tara's nursing a large margarita, having finally appeared. "How come I can't keep a job?" she complains, seemingly to her tequila.

"Maybe because you can’t keep your mouth shut," Sookie points out, amused. She's in a good humor now, and, from the sidelong glances Sam Merlotte keeps giving her, Tara's not the only one to notice. "How you doing, Sookie?" he asks, a little eager.

She gives him a faintly bemused smile. "Oh, not bad, Sam. I've had better nights, but I've had worse nights, too."

"Anything I can do to improve this one?" he asks, quickly, and she stares at him. Next to her, Tara's mouth has gone slack enough with surprise to drop her straw back into her margarita.

But whatever answer she might have come up with goes entirely out of her head as the screen door creaks open, admitting another newcomer. As he steps in, the whole bar seems to hush.

Wood beams creak beneath his boots as he walks, slow, step by step to a table. He's eye-catchingly handsome, all dark hair and almost impossibly pale skin, but she doesn't think that's what catches everyone's attention. It's something in his eyes, something in the way he moves. Merlotte's pauses and holds its breath, like a mouse hiding in the shadow of the corn, praying for the hawk to swoop on by.

The stranger sits, and Sookie takes a breath, blinking, as the bar shifts back into motion and color and sound. "Lots of strangers tonight."

[gavemea_45]

Shit. I can't fucking believe this.

He keeps himself outwardly relaxed by sheer force of will, mentally checking over what he has stashed where. The whole point of leaving for Stanford was to get out of the hunter's life. He hadn't come here on a job, damn it! Or even looking for one!

But here's trouble, walking right in through the door and sitting down like it belongs here. Sam finishes his burger and switches back to his beer, keeping a covert eye on the stranger as he does.

Sure, he could be wrong. Unfortunately, he doesn't think so.

[feel_human]

Sam, on the other side of the bar, is almost preternaturally still as he stares at the newcomer, and when Sookie retrieves her pad and pen, his hand shoots out to snatch her around the wrist. She tries to shake him off, startled. "Sam! That hurts!"

"Somethin's off about that guy," Sam says, his blue eyes fixed on the newcomer. "Leave him be."

She rolls her eyes and extracts herself. "You are the worst business owner I've ever met," she scolds. "If you'll excuse me, I've got a job to do. One you pay me to do, if you remember."

Turning in a flick of her ponytail, she makes her way to the newcomer's table, her practiced smile already curving her lips, only for her steps to slow as she comes close.

He's... silent. Not quiet, or muffled like Sam Winchester. Dead silent. She can't even begin to explain it.

[gavemea_45]

Sam braces himself to leap to Sookie's defense if the newcomer makes any funny moves - even the slightest hint of a funny move. If they're as fast as the lore says he won't have much time to act.

Out of the corner of his eye, he notices the other Sam's frozen and watching with near-feral intensity. That's weird, or would be, if-- maybe the other guy's a hunter, too? He wouldn't be the first to hide in plain sight, as it were, and having a place like this's sure a good way to keep an eye on what's going on in the area.

[feel_human]

There's a faint buzzing in her ears as she moves slowly toward the newcomer. His eyes are on hers and he watches her with an unblinking stare as she comes closer, step by step.

For some reason, she's suddenly very conscious of her own heartbeat, pushing blood through her body. It stutters, then picks up the pace, and she could swear that for a second the stranger's glance drops to her throat in response.

He studies her as she draws up beside his table, pad at the ready, a bewildered smile on her lips. "Hi," she says, finally, and almost laughs at herself. "Welcome to Merlotte's. Can I... what can I get you?"

There's a moment as he looks at her, before his mouth finally opens. "A glass of red wine," he says. His voice is pleasantly smooth, and his accent is pure Bon Temps. "Thank you."

[gavemea_45]

For a second he thinks that's torn it, as he watches the - man? sure, why not, call it that, good enough - as he watches the stranger's eyes fasten on Sookie's throat. Sam tenses in his seat, only to hold himself still as the other looks up again and answers her question. Probably an order, Sam'd assume, anyway, although what the hell one of them would be ordering in a bar he's got no idea.

Good enough. He leans to the side and gives a little wave, trying to keep it abashed and not demanding - but trying to get Sookie's attention and draw her away.

[feel_human]

The newcomer doesn't seem to blink at all, and his eyes draw her right in, inexorably closer as her curiosity runs wild – until a motion off to the side catches her eye and she blinks.

"Comin' right up," she promises the man, and turns to make her brisk way back over to Sam, who'd lifted his hand. "Hi again."

She's smiling more tonight than she has in... well, who's counting? "Need somethin'?"

[gavemea_45]

"Only if it's not any trouble," Sam tells her, frantically trying to think of something. "Um, a piece of pie? When you have a chance?"

He lowers his voice a little, careful not to glance over, and asks, "Hey, do you know that new guy? Is he from around here?"

[feel_human]

"No trouble," she promises. "We got apple, peach, pecan, and chess. What kind d'you like?"

He lowers his voice a little and it means she has to lean in. Being closer, she gets a kind of... buzz from his thoughts, but she can't quite make them out. "Oh, him?"

She glances over her shoulder at the newcomer, then back at Sam, shaking her head. "Never seen him before in my life. But he sure sounds like he's from around here. Why?"

[gavemea_45]

Well, if he'd been hoping the vampire wouldn't hear him asking about it, that's over and done with. Sam lies, "He just looked familiar, is all. Like someone I knew back in Kentucky. Like a cousin or something, maybe, so I just wondered."

He smiles at her. "Pecan sounds good. Is it?"

[feel_human]

"The best around," Sookie promises him with a smile. "Except for my Gran's."

She nods at his glass. "Want another beer?"

[gavemea_45]

"I'll give it a try, then. And sure, thanks--"

A second beer won't do enough to even take his edge off, and he's going to need a reason to stick around as long as he can, now.

"--listen, Sookie, um, I don't suppose you've got a break coming up, or anything like that?" Sam looks earnestly up at her. "Although I guess you might not want to spend it talking to me, and that's okay if you don't, it really is--"

[feel_human]

Surprised warmth rushes up into her cheeks. "Oh, um – "

She can feel the eyes of her co-workers and of curious townsfolk on her back, and it makes her face heat a little more as her smile turns bashful. "I get a break in about half an hour – "

Which is true, although she almost never takes it. " – Since I'm closing tonight."

[gavemea_45]

Closing. Of course she is. Hell.

Sam smiles at her. "I'll be here."

[feel_human]

"Okay." She's a little flustered as she returns his smile, but her own is bright and sweet even through her confusion. "I'll just... I'll get you that pie. Back in a tick."

She retreats in the next second, her mind awhirl, and hardly notices how she crosses the bar floor back to where Sam and Tara are waiting. Sam's still rubbing down the bar – the same spot as before, she notices, and there's something gone tight and unhappy at his jaw.

"A Bud," she tells him. "And a... oh, a glass of red."

[gavemea_45]

He neatly stacks his side plate on the main and sets them aside, then turns the beer around in his fingers. To all observers he's pretty sure he just looks like a guy lost in thought.

Hopefully Mr. Trouble only thinks that, anyway. Sam does his best to keep an eye on him out of the corner of his own without giving himself away. What the hell is he doing here, anyway?

[feel_human]

She slips into the kitchen to retrieve the piece of pie and blushes furiously at Lafayette's teasing. "If you decide you don't want him," he drawls, flipping a towel over his shoulder and dancing with a roll of his hips until Terry Bellefleur laughs. "You just let me know. I could just eat – him – up."

"Hands off," Sookie says, with spirit, and flees with the plate of pie, then stops at the bar to collect the beer and glass of wine.

The newcomer's table is on the way to Sam's; she stops and sets his wine down for him. "Sure you don't want anythin' else?" she asks, as the man turns his dark, intent gaze back onto her face.

For a second, he just watches her, long enough that she can feel a blush start to pink her cheeks again. "As a matter of fact, I was hopin' you'd be able to tell me a little about the town," he says, finally. There's an old-fashioned slant to his manners, and his voice is smooth and polite. "I have just moved here and I am tryin' to get my bearings."

"Oh?" She can't help her curiosity. "Moved to where?"

He tips his head. "A few miles south. Just past the churchyard."

Recognition sparks in her glance. "The old Compton place? Why – " She can't help her grin. "That's just across an old field from me."

[gavemea_45]

Sookie's voice is bright and cheerful and happy - and clear. Sam's glad of it, as it makes eavesdropping easier, even though he wants to wince as what she's saying.

The old Compton place. He makes a mental note. Hopefully there's a library, or hadn't she said something about a history center? Something to give him an edge.

He can't help but wish Dean were here, but there's no point in it. He'll just have to go this one alone.

[feel_human]

"Imagine that," he says, in his smooth voice. The way he says it, it's like he's not surprised at all, but it goes right over Sookie's head, so pleased is she.

"I guess we'll be neighbors," she says, happily, and holds out her hand, frank and friendly. "So I oughta introduce myself. I'm Sookie. Sookie Stackhouse."

His fingers are cool in hers as he shakes her hand. "Bill," he says, and doesn't give a last name.

Not that it matters so much. Her smile widens. "Well, nice to know you, Bill," she tells him. "Welcome to Bon Temps."

He nods to her, and she's still smiling as she turns to make her way back over to Sam, amused and delighted by this coincidence in equal measure.

[gavemea_45]

"You look cheerful," Sam observes, with a smile of his own. "Good news, I hope?"

[feel_human]

"I guess we'll see," she says, practical even though she's smiling as she sets down his pie and fresh glass of beer. "That fellow you were wondering about? Turns out he just moved into town, just abut next door to me. Isn't that funny?"

Not funny ha-ha, funny odd. "Gran'll be thrilled. There hasn't been anyone near us in years, not for miles."