Bill, with his preternatural vampire speed, was at Sookie's side of the car before she could even open it, reaching for her hand. "A few drinks then," he said, attempting to restore some of his equilibrium before they got to the door. Other vamps were good at picking up stuff like that, and the last thing he needed was for Northman to hone in on his ill humor. He knew the sheriff would take great delight in agitating him as much as possible, through the medium of Sookie.
"Sookie," he said in a low voice, his eyes containing volumes, words he was in no position to say at this moment. He began to lean in towards her, although what made think she would be willing to or interested in kissing him was hard to say. But the potential moment was broken by the opening of the back door, as Max got out and gave a long low whistle at the sight of the glitzy night club in front of them.