-and sure enough when she handed it to him, he had shaken his head, sniffed it and laughed before sitting it on the table. She sipped her drink slowly and they fell back into easy conversation. Dinner had been wonderful, the company had been wonderful, and she hadn't wanted the night to end. But unfortunately, it did. So he had left around midnight to go back to his hotel and she had headed up to bed.-
-and that brought us to now. She woke up feeling much more refreshed than she had in a long time despite having drank so much the night before. It was nice to have company over and not have to worry about them trying to rip her throat out. He didn't seem much to care that she was a fae; he just cared that she was her... Sookie Stackhouse. Nothing special. And that was what she wanted more than anything - to not be an object, but to be a person.-
-tossing her purse over her shoulder and slipping her feet into her shoes, she took off out of the house and headed back to work. Work... It was nice to say that. And it was nice to go back. Who knew, maybe she'd see some friends. Maybe life would sort of resemble how it had been before Bill had walked in. One could only hope.-