His Highness was tossing some clothes into a bag in preparation for the weekend ahead at Mom's place, along with a couple of his favorite B horror dvds. Without the vodka crutch, he wasn't sleeping much and a few mindless movies would help fill in the hours before between midnight and dawn.
His door was open, as it usually was when he wasn't trying to sleep or changing clothes. He heard the step first, then smelled cookies. "What'll it take to get some of whatever that is?" he asked over his shoulder. "A pint of blood or my first born?"
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