just a touch of southern charm

          It was late in her evening shift by the time things had settled into a lull, and Sookie took a moment to sit down near the bar. There weren't that many people in at this hour, but it was always a little taxing to have to deal with the incessant press of other minds every time she passed. There were the usual stares and looks she'd long since gotten used to from Merlotte's regulars; after all, Bon Temps wasn't a big town, and she'd long ago been labeled as 'strange' by most of the people who came to the bar on a regular basis. She could deal with those much easier than the few tourists that came in, dropping by for food while on the road. Mental catcalls just galled her that little bit more than the few she endured outwardly; in the safety of their own heads, people tended to be a lot less likely to hold themselves back from imagining some very inappropriate things.