He asks if it's obvious, and she smiles: "I knew the minute you came in. Can't believe nobody else around here seems to." Except Sam, the vampire notes, but she brushes that off. "He's cool. I know for a fact he supports the Vampire Rights Amendment." Fangster flirts about how progressive of Sam that is, and they look at each other for awhile. He doesn't eat or drink actual things, but orders a glass of red wine, to "have a reason to be here." Sookie giggles that she doesn't care what the reason is, she's just glad he's here. Mack Rattray, from the booth behind him, says not to worry about Sookie: "She's crazy as a bedbug." Sookie shoots his trashy ass a death look and heads out for his wine. Mack drops some seductive fangbanger threesome swinger creepiness into his native creepiness and introduces Denise, who acts all horny and shit. The impassive vampire tells them "Good evenin'" without even turning around.
Jason stares at the screen: a muscled tall guy, bald head, yucky tattoo of a beetle skeleton crawling from his medulla oblongata down the length of his back. The vampire has Maudette's hands chained above her head, to a hook hanging from the ceiling; he's screwing her standing, from behind, while on the couch she goes down on Jason. He doesn't take his eyes off the screen until his head falls back against the couch: directly above him is the hook. On the screen, the vamp growls right into the camera and goes scary-wild on her, making a sound like an espresso machine.
Sookie stares at the vampire, now sitting with the Rattrays; Denise's arm around him as she slouches drunkenly in the booth. "What a ... bitch. You really think that she's gonna let him bite her?" Tara asks if this is one of those Sookie things, essentially: "You know how many people are having sex with vampires these days? Sometimes those people disappear..." Sookie assures her that he's not like that, and Tara indulges her for the five seconds she spoke to him. "You ignore how many people he sucked the blood out over the last however many centuries he's been alive." Sookie's entranced: he's just not that scary. He's a guy. Tara employs the J word again, but Sookie doesn't even notice: "Yeah, but the synthetic blood has everything..." Sam interrupts and makes a very, very good point. "Are you willing to pass up all your favorite foods and spend the rest of your life drinking Slim-Fast?"