Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

Just your average, run of the mill, neighborhood bar crowd … if your neighborhood happens to be the intersection of half a dozen horror movies.

“I don’t see the Woof Writers anywhere,” I said, just to be cantankerous. I didn’t know many people here on Limbo, but the few I knew weren’t here, so obviously everybody wasn’t in attendance.

“Oh, Idnew is probably around somewhere,” Cassandra said absently, scanning the crowd. “Don’t expect to see Drachir, though. He’s usually holed up somewhere quieter talking business or . . .”

She broke off suddenly and looked at me sharply.

“You know the Woof Writers?”

“Like I said.” I smiled, squeezing her arm for a change. “I’ve been on Limbo before.”

“Look! There’s a table!” She grabbed my wrist and took off through the crowd, towing me along behind. If I had been hoping to impress her, I’d have to work more on my timing.

We barely beat out a vampire couple for the table, who favored us with dark glares before continuing their search. I watched their departure with a vague sense of relief. I really didn’t want to get into a fight tonight . . . and especially not here in The Wooden Stake. I hadn’t felt so much like an outsider since I returned from Perv.

The view from our table was notably much more restricted than the one we had when we were standing, due to the crush of people around us. The only real advantage to having a table, that I could see, was that we didn’t have to hold our drinks . . . except we didn’t have any drinks.

“What’ll you have?”