Rating: Mature – There's a little smut. ;)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Charlaine Harris/HBO/True Blood. I just like to take them and play with them for a while.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to Mysti for the beta work! You are awesome! This just sort of took a turn in a direction I had no clue it was going. Hope you like it. :)
Spoilers: Through Book 8 of the Sookie Stackhouse Series
The fourth gin and tonic didn't burn going down like the first one had. She closed her eyes to the sensation of the cool liquid settling in her stomach. Merlotte's wasn't very crowded. Monday's were always slow. Amelia and Octavia were out of town in New Orleans visiting 'friends'. She knew it was more than that, but hadn't cared to ask. Probably some witch meeting or something. She had hoped to enjoy her next two days off at home, but the loneliness of the house was too much to bear. The silence only made her own thoughts too much to deal with. Rhodes, Andre, Eric, the new King, the death of the Queen, Quinn, Bill, Jason, the blood bond, her great-grandfather, Eric…too many thoughts to deal with.
Terry had been a little surprised to see her on her night off but after taking in her demeanor, he knew not to question. Terry had his own demons and knew that Sookie was going to try to drown hers, if only for an evening.
He saw that she had drained the last of her drink and without comment fixed her another one. He walked to the back of the bar where she was sitting. Most of the customers were near the entrance enjoying chicken baskets and beer. She went almost unnoticed in the far corner all alone. He gently patted her shoulder before placing the fresh drink in front of her.
"No problem." He removed the empty glass and walked away. She needed to be alone. Sometimes you just needed to numb yourself if only for a night. As she took another sip from her drink she could feel the tears welling in her eyes. The emotions that she kept so guarded were forcing their way to the surface and she was doing her best to wash them away with liquor. She angrily swiped the tear from her check.
"Dammit." She breathed as she shifted in the booth. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned her head against the back of the booth refusing to turn around. She knew he was here. She could feel him. She had hoped the blood bond that bound them so tightly would have eased by now. But as he stepped closer she knew that wasn't the case. The depression that threatened to overtake her now waned. A wave of calm washed over her and made the tears flow a little more freely down her cheeks. Still refusing to open her eyes, she could feel the booth shift as Eric settled across from her. His fingers brushed against hers as he took the drink from her hand. The feel of his touch caused a small sob to escape her throat.
"Sookie?" Eric's tone was gentle and questioning. She could feel his concern across the bond. She pushed the feelings down and allowed her drunkenness to take over.
"Who called you?" Now her eyes were angry and burning into his.
"No one, my lover. No one." That made her cry harder. He could feel her sadness and desperation. She felt the booth shift again and then a strong hand on her arm.
"I'm taking you home."
"I can take care of myself!" She screamed calling attention to herself.
"Not tonight." He smoothly pulled her from the booth and took in her drunken state. If not for his hand steadying her, she would have probably crumpled to the floor.
"I'm fine." Of course the entire bar knew, Sookie Stackhouse was not fine. She was drunk, upset and currently being removed from the bar by a thousand year old Viking Vampire. Eric nodded politely to Terry as he whisked Sookie out of the bar. He leaned her gently against the passenger door of his car, steadying her briefly before retrieving his keys from his pocket.
"You're in quite a state, my lover."
"Don't! Just…don't!" She yelled as she unsuccessfully tried to straighten up. Eric's strong arms encircled her waist to steady her again.
"You're not one to drink, Sookie. Why have you felt the need to inebriate yourself?"
don't want to talk about it."
"But we will." Eric whispered into her hair.
"Ass." Eric chuckled softly to himself as he opened the door to his Corvette. The amusement caused Sookie to glare at him as he deposited her in the passenger seat.