Those fucking hobos are cooking hotdogs in a firepit when Sam and Tommy come back to them. Sam tells them the following: "Now, here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna give you a place to stay for now 'til you get back on your feet." Specifically, though, Tommy can't do anymore stealing and Joe Lee can't do any more drinking. Melinda still acts like all of this is a surprise to her and that she is ever so embarrassed about it, "it" being her life. Joe Lee makes a joke, but Tommy seems pretty sincere about trying. Sam is, of course, touched, because way to go right for his weakest spot: The idea that people can change, even shapeshifters.
Talbot is so grossed out by Franklin, when they arrive at the Jackson compound, that it almost makes me wish the character weren't erased from all history. And you must admit, standing among all those pretty things and bodyguards, Franklin looks quite a mess. He tells them to wait in the foyer -- Russell is, remember, "celebrating" -- but asks whether "this," meaning Tara, is a hostess gift. "It's skinny," he whines, and takes off. Tara is still shivering, but Franklin has that same sort of horrible ease, willing to wait. I bet there's nothing quite so trashy-feeling as being stuck in some sumptuous gay vampire foyer with a dead bouquet strapped to your hands. Especially after a long day of sitting on the toilet.
One of the guys nearly recognizes Sookie in her Leather Ho outfit, so she goes from politely declining his offer of shots to a fabulous "FUCK YEAH" and then downing several. They all cheer her on, and she makes some biker bitch faces and it's all fun for like one whole second, but then Debbie -- looking TORE UP FROM THE FLOOR UP -- immediately jumps up her ass for actually being pretty, which is like unheard of for werewolf biker bitches. Alcide, who is every bit as stupid and crazy as Sookie is, when the situation calls for it, immediately blows their whole cover and jumps up to Debbie and claim Sookie for his own. Next time you're waiting in the car, Herveaux. I'll crack a window.
Russell's car, where we learn that celebrating means in this case doing a three-way on some poor stripper with Lorena and Bill. Lorena is so into this, of course, and Bill's back "procuring," but I have no real idea what Russell's get is, here. They have blood at home, and they're going to fuck up the upholstery. Is it just about making Bill prove how far he's willing to go, both as a procurer and as an eater of people? Yeah, that must be it: What is the furthest thing from Sookie you can think of? Lorena in the bedroom and a stripper on the dinner table. He's crossing lines he didn't even know he has. And you know meanwhile Lorena's like, "This is just like old times!" She really is unsophisticated.