Bill doesn't love the idea of Sookie buying Lafayette's freedom with the Dallas thing, pointing out that she nearly died last night, but A) she's fine now, and B) don't fucking tell me what to do. Eric promises to pay for the trip and let Lafayette go, and she immediately tells him she wants five grand on top of it. Bill's shocked, but she points out between the constant dying of everybody and the constant demands of his family, she's missed a lot of work. "And I need a driveway!" Eric grins that she's getting cocky, so to get control of things again, Bill ups the price to ten, and says he's going with. Eric demurs, but Sookie agrees with these new terms, so Eric yells into the intercom and admires the fact that she's capable of surprising him, especially as a breather. "YOU DISGUST ME," she spits, and he suggests that perhaps he'll grow on her. "I'D PREFER CANCER," she coughs, and Eric whatevers to Bill that they need to bounce ASAP. "Ah will make the travel arrangements, but Ah will need yore credit card number," Bill says, which is hilarious in that way that Bill is always hilarious.
Pam unceremoniously tosses Lafayette onto his face at the door to Eric's office, and whines that she wanted to keep him. I can totally see that. Not as a sex thing, but just because she has that dark sense of humor and an appreciation for interesting people. Eric's like, "Nah, you have too many pets already," and Lafayette looks up at her from the rumbled mess of burnt and scarred parts that was once his body. "No offense, but you ain't exactly my type, bitch." I can see how that might come off rude, so it makes sense that Pam asks if she can kick him there on the floor, and Bill gets 'tude about it, and then I guess Chow zooms to Bon Temps to bring Bill's car back to Shreveport. Vampires are fast, right?
Eric kneels at Lafayette's side, tracing a finger lazily along his arm. "I'll see you around, I'm sure." Bet on it. "Don't bet on it, baby," Lafayette chokes. "I'm retiring. I'm done with you crazy-ass fuckers. Done." Eric winks at him in a powerfully sexy way, and Bill takes him out the door. Something about his grin, I think, makes Sookie look at him in a new way -- Did he really do this? Did he really set this whole thing up? -- but leaves without yelling more stuff.
They're drinking Karl's stew like wine. Who knows what's in there. Dancing, sweat, boobs as the shirts start coming off. Coroner Mike Spencer and horny barfly Jane Bodehouse are dancing. That's a nice couple. Tara spots Andy entering, looking confused and disappointed as usual, and snorts. "Right when I thought this party couldn't get any fucking weirder, look who shows up." She leans back in the hot tub with Eggs, and rolls her eyes. "Thinking Andy Bellefleur got better shit to do. Like, I dunno, solve a murder?" Eggs points out that Andy's not the only one who skived off work to be at this party, and she laughs, splashing him. "You're just too damn distracting!" They giggle and play.