Sookie Stackhouse, you are a charmer! Sam's standing outside the bar when she returns, obviously concerned for her welfare. Her smile and posture are the self-satisfaction of a girl in love. "I'm fine. And for your information, not all vampires can take care of themselves." She breezes past him, back to work, and he stares out into the night like he can smell something coming. For the record, of the three major hotties of the show, I have to say Sam's my favorite. Once Eric shows up in a month, everything is going to go nuts, but for now: Team Merlotte all the way. Mutual adoration is really the only relationship I can manage to deal with, with my employers; anything else is too complicated. Plus, dude is fine and gets zero credit.
End of the shift; Arlene says an easy goodnight to Sam and Tara before heading home. Foremost on Tara's mind is how much she's getting paid for the twenty minutes of work she put in, and Sam offers her twenty bucks. "Sam! How do you expect me to work here for twenty bucks a night?" He points out the million different ways of disaster even saying it aloud implies: "-- It'd be a matter of time before you went off on somebody. I don't wanna drive my customers away." Tara protests that she only goes off on stupid people, and Sam hilariously reminds her that the majority of his customers are stupid people. She presses, in a way that's not even really pushing or manipulating or untrue, but insincere nonetheless: "Yeah, but... I could help you keep an eye on Sookie. You see the way she was looking at that vampire? That is just trouble looking for a place to happen. And she means too much to both of us to let anything happen to her." Sam is, of course, immediately defeated. He hands her a bartender's guide and tells her to report back at six. "I was mixing whiskey sours for my mama when I was in first grade," Tara assures him. "It's just like riding a bicycle." They agree that this is a fucked up thing to have be true in one's life.
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.