this is her kingdom, an inheritance that you can’t deny

[justsookie]

Sunday nights aren't usually the busiest of the week, but for some reason or other, Semele's must have hit the tipping point after which only more and more people still filtered in through its doors. Even after a full night's sleep, Sookie's feeling the effects of running around serving twice as many people as she's accustomed to in a given evening, and it takes several cups of coffee to get her going once she's up. She's on her third when she decides to stumble over to Lafayette's apartment, wanting company but unsure who else is free at this hour.

Jason's hours are a lot more normal now that he's working for the police.

"Lafayette," she calls out once she's at the door, a large cup of coffee in one hand intended for him. Suddenly, she realizes that knocking isn't all that easy with both of her hands filled, so she briefly stacks one cup on top of the other before rapping her knuckles smartly on his door. "Open up, it's Sookie. You can feel free to bitch at me later, but please let me in."

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[voodooqueer]

It's only after a moment that a string of cussing comes, followed by a thump and tapping as he works his way to the door. Lafayette opens it, wrapped in a silk robe intricately pattern with maple leaves and stylized deer. His feet are in soft slippers, and his eyes are bleary with sleep that hasn't worked its way out of his system yet. He got in late last night, and evidently needs more sleep than Sookie does, especially given what he'd had the night before to help make sure he slept soundly.

He takes the cup from on top of the other without preamble and starts drinking it with a muttered, "Beatch," which serves to make his point quite well. No need for more words, at least until he's more awake, and Sookie has given him whatever jumble is running around in her pretty blonde head that has her at his door at this hour.