Which, now that Eric's decided not to kill Lafayette, or turn him, is the most effective way of letting Sookie know about him, isn't it? Tell Ginger not to think about the elephant in the room, and then send her in to talk to the psychic girl. Just in case he needs six or seven more kinds of leverage to get her to Dallas, maybe. Sookie snatches at her, demanding to know what's up, and of course Ginger thinks about that gun, so Sookie grabs that, too, and Ginger screams her stupid ass off like always.
Down in the basement, Sookie is not practicing gun safety, while Ginger just sort of wiggles around being weird, and there he is, all alone, looking like shit. Not, Sookie tells him, like a vampire, which he decides is probably best. She yells at Ginger to uncuff him, and Ginger shrieks for a bit but can't, so Sookie just promises she'll get him out.
Eggs plays guitar for the guests, who've arrived. Tara comes into the living room with a glass of wine and the audience scatters. Tara congratulates him on his talents, which of course means we get another one of those Maryann speeches from Eggs like Tara's always spouting. Fuck my legless grandmother already. "I love music, I just wasted most of my life trying to avoid doing the shit I love the most. I guess I just felt like, um... If I was good at something, it's probably just a waste of time, and if it felt good I probably didn't deserve it." Which is, of course, bad, and the nice part of Maryann world, but turning it around and running headlong into abandon is the downside. If the first season was about death, and the dangers of too much life were V, this year that's Maryann. She's like V times a billion.
"A couple days after, um, Maryann took me in, she put this guitar in my hands? And I cried like a fucking baby. Was the first time in my life anybody's actually ever encouraged me to do anything, so." Tara's eyes well up and she jokes, "Only thing my mama ever encouraged me to learn was how to pour whisky." They laugh, but it reminds her that she was supposed to be at work 45 minutes ago. She cackles. Maryann's having a party, and Eggs is on his fourth drink -- "I think one DUI between us is enough," she jokes -- and besides, "I am way too fucked up to deal with Sam Merlotte right now." And if Sam fires her, fuck that, too. "I go through [jobs] about as fast as I go through relationships," she says, and Eggs takes the opening: "Maybe you haven't found the right one yet." Charming! Aww. And then they kiss.