Sookie Stackhouse

Life hadn't been what Sookie would call normal as of late, but it was getting there. A month into the new year, and she was on decent terms with her boyfriend, and nothing catastrophic had yet to happen for her. A gift of a shotgun had seemed a bit questionable at the time, but so long as the island didn't give her much cause to use it, she tried to look on the bright side of things, seeing it as a safeguard more than anything else. Shifts at the Winchester kept her busy and allowed her to continue meeting new people, familiarizing herself with new faces. It was all of the things that she liked about the island rolled into one, even if unease still occasionally settled in her stomach, the product of just being hit by hurdle after hurdle in recent years.

Something would eventually come to disturb her calm, but she had to make the most of it while it lasted.

Right then, that meant greeting all of the customers at the Winchester with a smile. There were times when she wondered how she was able to pour so much effort into a job that didn't have any concrete returns, but there was more to be said for routine than some people realized.

"Well hey there," she grins, bringing over a glass of cool water to set on the table. "Can I get you anything to drink? Ready to order? Or would you prefer for me to give way, way too much advice about today's specials?"