Arlene, because she is Arlene, instantly deluges Holly with one hundred reasons her relationship with Andy will never work out and it's obnoxious, then becomes doubly so as she remembers that she's married to a Bellefleur man and thus must except him from the generalizations she was just making. In the end, the sour note goes back to being adorable as Arlene sort of gigglingly teases Holly about her date and there's the whole "stop lookin' at me!" cuteness that happens when coworkers tease you about dating. It's great.
Not so great: The date itself, which descends into hell moments after Holly sits down, because Andy is fiending for V. I can't do the math right now but I think the last time he had any onscreen was at least the day before the full moon, which means it was at least two episodes ago. He babbles about the motel where she's staying -- it's the same place he was living with Jason during their stint as the Maryann Ghostbuster duo -- and then just wanders away into the oubliette of addiction, leaving Holly feeling foolish for getting tricked into a date in the first place.
Meanwhile, Lafayette notices the ghost-lady (her name is Mavis, I don't know how I know that but it's easier than calling her dumb epithets) tickling Mikey and freaks out. I guess that's how long it takes to drive from Mexico to Louisiana, because he is back at work. Although we know from the Bleeds and the surrounding scenes that it's nearly evening at this point, so I guess they had at least twelve hours to make the drive.
Alcide and Debbie fuck for a long time. It's neat to watch, because Alcide is neat-looking, like a superhero but real life. But not even Alcide is enough to keep Debbie on target with the current task, because she is too busy thinking about Sookie. Specifically, thinking about Alcide thinking about Sookie boning Eric right in front of them. She puts a bunch of words in his mouth, capping it off with accusations that he is in love with Miss Stackhouse, but it's really just an addict-brilliant manipulation to get him to swear on a stack of were-Bibles that Debbie is still the only thing he cares about, etc.