❝ While I think it’s cute that you want to help me with your unnecessary charity I think I’m going to take a pass and keep riding high on this ego of mine. ❞ Peter knew who he was and he was SATISFIED with all of that. While some people might sneer at some of his characteristics he would justify them until the end. Frown upon assault and even MURDER if you want but he was getting the jobs no one else wanted to do done. Not everything could be tied up in a nice little bow. Not the way the pack back in Beacon Hills always prayed it could be. Sometimes “trying to find a way” didn’t always work.
Peter smiled up at the cook as he delivered their plates to them. He was definitely different from everyone else here - stylish, a PIZZAZZ to the otherwise swampy southern atmosphere. He reached out to take his hand. ❝ If only everyone else was as welcoming as you, ❞ he started, spite aimed towards Sookie very intentionally. ❝ Maybe Miss Stackhouse would be in a better mood if those suggestion cards didn’t say how uptight she is. She needs to let loose a little bit. I’ll try to help with that while I’m in town. Peter, ❞ he introduced himself to the man.
If she could've slid deeper into this pleather seat, Sookie would've. As much as she loved Lafayette, he was a flirt through and through. He wouldn't leave this table without Peter's number, or Peter. Sookie didn't know how she'd feel about being left alone with their food while Lafayette boned Peter in the bathroom.
Lafayette shook the man's hand, before turning it around to take a look at his fingers. "When Sooks brings me a porn star in the flesh, hard not to come over and say welcome, Sugar. Mmm, god damnt," he said, whistling at the strong feel of this one's hands. Though he knew there were other places, Sooks' friend could put his hands on him. But hearing her friend, talk about Sookie like a cold fish made him wonder if this one already got claimed.
"Oh, our Sookie, sugar? No, no, miss Hookah been letting it loose the past few years. Ain't that right, Sookie? Eric and that god damn dick of his. Boy, is worth ruining my life for, if it wasn't for him being a pain in both our asses."
“Stop that nasty talk, Lafayette.”
Now, that made Sookie blush redder than the ketchup that she tried to pour all over her fries. Peter didn't need to know about her love life, if sleeping with Eric Northman in the Bayou was anything close to a love life. Still, she held her head high and waited for Peter to say something to the admission.
"Peter, careful with this one. Once you fall in her pussy, you ain't ever gettin' out. Go on and run away, to my bed, and let me keep you warm."