The drunk Merlotte's ladies are all flirting with Tommy when he -- and Sam -- both sniff something strange, and two-natured, headed into the bar. Well, if it isn't poor Cal Norris and his nephew-cousin-brother Felton, sniffing literally around for a little lost Hotshot lass name of Crystal Norris. "Got a black eye, because she's so clumsy she walked into a wall," Felton notes, by way of helpful description. Sam asks them to take their inbred cousin-beating weirdness elsewhere, and Felton responds that firstly, his truck is still here in the parking lot where she left it, and secondly, Sam is being a "fuckmouth." It is rare these days that one comes across a neologism so truly necessary and yet so fresh.
Tommy gets that beautiful shine in his eyes and grins at them, threatening to beat them both up, and Cal spits on the floor and calls Sam a shifter -- which makes both brothers' eyes go wide -- and they talk about maybe cutting Sam's dick off for him and feeding it to the hogs, but they go finally. They are just fighting like dogs and cats! After, Tommy and Sam are weirded out by the smell of them. I learned the other day that meth use leaves a smell behind like cat piss; maybe that's what they smell?
Jesus is on the phone with presumably his boss at the facility, getting permission for a sleepover with Ruby Jean: "Yes, sir. Thank you." Lala comes out to tell him that she's asleep and to thank him for everything. Jesus points out that she went through a hell of a lot to get to her son -- to warn him and protect him -- and that this was a certain kind of sign of love. After all, the flair for drama runs in the family. Jesus awkwardly turns the conversation to Lafayette's storied "power" that Ruby J was talking about, but Lafayette snorts.
"When I was five years old, that woman told me I could breathe underwater. My little ass almost drowned. So no, boyfriend, I don't listen to most of what come out her mouth." Jesus explains about how crazy people on TV are magical, and that for people with "power," it is very dangerous to be drug dealers: "All that energy you've got, it can go dark if you let it." Lafayette, pinpointing immediately that that makes no goddamn sense at all, opines that perhaps Ruby Jean's crazy has finally rubbed off on Jesus. And, after a stumbling apology and half-hearted explanation from the drug dealer, and a last-minute clinch and kiss, it turns out Ruby Jean's crazy isn't going to be the only one tonight to do so.