Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [196]
Then a woman maybe a little younger than me plopped down on the couch beside me. Turned out she was dating the vampire who acted as sergeant at arms, Joseph Velasquez, who’d gone to the Fellowship Center with Bill the night before. Her name was Trudi Pfeiffer. Trudi had hair done in deep red spikes, a pierced nose and tongue, and macabre makeup, including black lipstick. She told me proudly its color was called Grave Rot. Her jeans were so low I wondered how she got up and down in them. Maybe she wore them so low-cut to show off her navel ring. Her knit top was cropped very short. The outfit I’d worn the night the maenad had gotten me paled in comparison. So, there was lots of Trudi to see.
When you talked to her, she wasn’t as bizarre as her appearance led you to believe. Trudi was a college student. I discovered, through absolutely legitimate listening, that she believed herself to be waving the red flag at the bull, by dating Joseph. The bull was her parents, I gathered.
“They would even rather I dated someone black,” she told me proudly.
I tried to look appropriately impressed. “They really hate the dead scene, huh?”
“Oh, do they ever.” She nodded several times and waved her black fingernails extravagantly. She was drinking Dos Equis. “My mom always says, ‘Can’t you date someone alive?’ ” We both laughed.
“So, how are you and Bill?” She waggled her eyebrows up and down to indicate how significant the question was.
“You mean . . . ?”
“How’s he in bed? Joseph is un-fucking-believable.”
I can’t say I was surprised, but I was dismayed. I cast around in my mind for a minute. “I’m glad for you,” I finally said. If she’d been my good friend Arlene, I might have winked and smiled, but I wasn’t about to discuss my sex life with a total stranger, and I really didn’t want to know about her and Joseph.
Trudi lurched up to get another beer, and remained in conversation with the bartender. I shut my eyes in relief and weariness, and felt the couch depress beside me. I cut my gaze to the right to see what new companion I had. Eric. Oh, great.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Better than I look.” That wasn’t true.
“You’ve seen Hugo and Isabel?”
“Yes.” I looked at my hands folded in my lap.
“Appropriate, don’t you think?”
I thought that Eric was trying to provoke me.
“In a way, yes,” I said. “Assuming Stan sticks to his word.”
“You didn’t say that to him, I hope.” But Eric looked only amused.
“No, I didn’t. Not in so many words. You’re all so damn proud.”
He looked surprised. “Yes, I guess that’s true.”
“Did you just come to check up on me?”
“To Dallas?”
I nodded.
“Yes.” He shrugged. He was wearing a knit shirt in a pretty tan-and-blue pattern, and the shrug made his shoulders look massive. “We are loaning you out for the first time. I wanted to see that things went smoothly without being here in my official capacity.”
“Do you think Stan knows who you are?”
He looked interested in the idea. “It’s not far-fetched,” he said at last. “He would probably have done the same thing in my place.”
“Do you think from now on, you could just let me stay at home, and leave me and Bill alone?” I asked.
“No. You are too useful,” he said. “Besides, I’m hoping that the more you see me, the more I’ll grow on you.”
“Like a fungus?”
He laughed, but his eyes were fixed on me in a way that meant business. Oh, hell.
“You look especially luscious in that knit dress with nothing underneath,” Eric said. “If you left Bill and came to me of your own free will, he would accept that.”
“But I’m not going to do any such thing,” I said, and then something caught at the edges of my consciousness.
Eric started to say something else to me, but I put my hand across his mouth. I moved my head from side to side, trying to get the best reception; that’s the best way I can explain it.
“Help me up,