"Well," he says, shrugging off his jacket and settling in his chair. Momentarily distracted by the Beautiful scents.

"I stopped by at Sookie's and the were showed up. She tried to shoot him, but I wanted to ask him a few pointed questions. Anyways, he wasn't talking so I tore out his neck."

Really. Everything's fine.

He empties the bottle and runs the back of his hand across his mouth.