Writer's Bloc
"What We Do in the Shadows," Robyn replied, hitting pause. "It's about a bunch of misfit vampires on Staten Island. They're... a lot more pleasant than most of the real-life vampires I've met. No offense. I'm Robyn, by the way."
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, but it was hard to tell with the bags under her eyes. Liam had seen his share of hangovers in his day, but this was a doozy. Her mousy brown hair was a tangled mess. She was wearing a baggy hoodie and well-worn track pants.
Having said his hellos, Caleb quickly hopped back up on the roomy sofa by Robyn's feet. Judging by the speed at which he settled, he'd already claimed the spot.
The main room of the house was an open-concept kitchen, dining and living area. The curtains were drawn on the large windows that covered the south wall, but Liam doubted they'd be sufficient to protect him from the sun.
Judging from the furniture and the general size and condition of the house, Liam surmised that she did all right for herself. Judging from the state of things, she was also a slob. Discarded snack wrappers and half-empty cans were on every surface. There were quite a few empty liquor bottles in the recycling.
Messiest of all was what Liam assumed was one of many writing areas. The empty silhouette of a laptop was the only clean area on the table facing the bay window. The rest was piled with stacks of notes, old indecipherable reference books, and most important of all, the Tome of the First Tribe. It was unlocked, but closed. Its secrets ready for the taking.
As Liam crossed the room, something odd caught the corner of his eye. A familiar face in a framed photo on the wall. It was Sunshine Leibowicz, erstwhile new age store owner. Liam knew her better as Ms. Mandala, one of the Third Tribe's inner circle, before she was killed. Judging from the way they were posed, the two had been close.
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