Sookie wasn't typically the... social kind. It was hard to be social in a place like Bon Temps, when the 'hot spot' just so happened to be the bar where she worked. So the idea of getting dressed up to go dancing with a boy... man, was a litle foreign, and more than a little exciting.
After one last primp in front of the mirror, she made her way to the portkey, thinking her way to Hammer Bay, the address Presto had given her. She stumbled a little on the landing, but composed herself quickly, hoping he wasn't close enough to see.
Of course, though, he was, and she laughed a little self-conscious laugh when she looked up to him, holding out a hand.