Jessica was bored and leaning over the bar painting her nails while keeping half an eye on the door. The smell was making the bartender shoot her a dirty look, but she just popped her fangs out and bitchfaced right back at him.

A proper manicure was important, okay?

Fortunately, Fandom had been remembered back into existence after the sun had gone down, or Jessica would've been fairly crispy. As it was, she was psyched that everything seemed to be back to normal back in Louisiana -- with the exception of Sookie still being missing ( Read more... )

Jessica was grateful for vamp speed to get to work because the streets seemed even darker and creepier than normal for some reason. She really had no idea what the heck was going on other than what she'd picked up on the radio; she just hoped people would figure it out soon and fix it. She wasn't getting any hits to her blog now, and that just ( Read more... )

It wasn't bad enough that Sookie and Bill and Pam were all gone, and probably her little sister as well -- now Jessica couldn't get a hold of Eric. Or anyone at Fangtasia. Or Merlotte's. Or anyone in Bon Temps. She'd even tried to call Hoyt, which she'd been totally avoiding since she'd broken things off with him and run away to Fandom. Any ( Read more... )

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper ( Read more... )

Jessica actually got to work on time for a change (well, she couldn't exactly use the sun being up as an excuse this time of year, and she hadn't gone off to the mainland for any shopping once she got up because (a) the causeway was being stupid, and (b) she'd probably get pissed and eat someone in the Black Friday crowds and get in trouble ( Read more... )

Jessica had been frantically trying to call her family for the past two days. Not that she gave a damn what happened to her mother and father, but she cared about her little sister, and the phone ringing and ringing and no one answering was making her panic ( Read more... )

Jessica scowled at the bar's phone. Stupid Bill. Stupid Eric. No, not the one in Fandom. She'd been bored and tried to call Fangtasia back home to bother talk to Pam, and Eric had pretended not to know who Pam was. Then she'd called Bill to find out if he'd found Sookie yet. At least he hadn't pretended not to know who she was, but for some ( Read more... )

Jessica was glaring daggers at the DJ, and if she'd had some weaponry for real she might have been throwing it. For some reason he was playing nothing but Toto tonight.

"Oh my god, did we get transported back to the 80s or something?" she complained. "Because this sucks."

Jessica was bored.

This was leading to experimentation in the bar tonight? Tonight's attempt: Tru Blood Jello shots. These were either going to be awesome or really really gross.