Jason enters, and Tara goes through an immediate and dramatic change; she lights up like spring just came to Bon Temps and she's a lovely flower. Sam tells him Sookie's gone home already. Jason's distracted and weirded out; the last time we saw him he was impersonating a vampire while roughly fucking and strangling the town whore, so probably he just needs a hug from somebody who won't fuck him; that person is clearly not Tara. She gets in his face, of course: "Uh, my name is Tara? Been your sister's best friend since kindergarten? I used to sleep over at your house for, like, years?" He blows her off and says he knows her; she snaps that he better. He just kind of shrugs, like, "Um, okay," and drinks his beer and tries to avoid the weird aversive lasers shooting at him from all of her body simultaneously. Dawn, the youngest of the waitresses, is somebody Jason used to date. They sniff around each other; she says she's not mad at him for not calling because he's Jason Stackhouse, on whom no woman puts expectations. "I'm not a idiot," she [sic]s, (and Tara quite strongly begs to differ, behind the bar), and Jason basically makes a boning request. She laughs and tells him she's going home, and he laughs too, loving it. "Oh, my God. You are a gigantic parody of yourself and you don't even know it." He tells her it's great seeing her, and wishes her luck (for what?) and then chases Dawn into the night. "Good luck? Good luck with what? ...Shit." I know, girl.
Sookie arrives at home, her grandmother Adele's house. Flies cover the screens, buzzing in your ear, as she watches through the window. "Guess what happened tonight?" she asks her grandmother, who takes a moment answering. "...You got a date!" Sookie makes a hilarious face -- um, no? -- and gets excited all over again. "A vampire came into the bar." Adele gives a half-hearted but participatory squeal, like she's just heard a story about a mouse that was in the kitchen once, and asks if the vampire had fangs. "Yeah, but most of the time they stayed put away." She asks if he bit anybody, and Sookie says he just ordered wine. "I think he just wanted some company," Sookie says, and Adele seizes on the obvious truth. "Did you like him?" Sookie allows as how he was "...real interesting," and Adele stares her the fuck down. Oh, that grandma look. I miss it. She kisses Adele's cheek -- is her grandma reading a Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire novel by Charlaine Harris? Because that will really give her a leg up -- and heads off to bed, calling Tina, the cat. Adele giggles as the cat runs across the kitchen table, instead of punching it in its little kittycat face like I would. That shit is gross.