Sookie Stackhouse

The problem with keeping track of Jason Stackhouse was the fact that he wasn't an easy person to keep track of even during the best of times. Absentminded and prone to flights of fancy, it wasn't unusual for Jason to up and vanish for a number of hours, only to come back with a wide grin on his face and a lady on each arm for his efforts, or for him to return with Hoyt draped over a shoulder, having downed one too many beers for his sunny-minded disposition. Only in recent years did an extended absence tend to be indicative of trouble rather than adventure, and so when Sookie's third call landed in Jason's voice mail, she tried not to think too much of it.

Then again, in Darrow, it was hard for silence not to become suspicious after a time.

"You'd better be there, Jason Stackhouse," she muttered under her breath as she made her way over to his apartment. Only once she was halfway there did she realize that she probably could have afforded to call Fred first, who was unlikely to irresponsibly let a call go without a relatively prompt answer, but Sookie didn't want to interfere too much with what she knew to be an ongoing honeymoon period between the two of them.

She didn't want to be that kind of overbearing sister.

Instead, she cleared her throat once she made it to their front door, and ignoring the way that her heart pounded against her chest, she raised a hand and rapped sharply. One, two, three times in quick succession.

And then she could only wait.