Book Club Bites - John Stoker and Emma Cole

"Your great-great-whatever uncle was ridiculous," Emma says, absentmindedly petting Mr. Prickles where he's sitting on the arm of the couch. "Did he not think about the fact that there were people on the other side of that window?"
"I mean, that side of my family does tend toward impulse decisions," John says, closing his battered, first edition, signed copy of Dracula and replacing it on the side table.
"Like letting a vampire stay in your apartment while her club-which-doubles-as-apartment is getting repaired from fire damage? Which, I might add, is indirectly your fault."
"It wasn't even Robin this time!"
"My insurance company is already upset about the last time." Emma allows Mr. Prickles to crawl up her arm and snuggle under her chin. "At least this time most of the damage was water after the sprinklers kicked in."
John flips the book open again. "Funny story, I was reading this as a kid and left it outside on the porch rail overnight, and I thought Dad was going to tan my hide for letting the dew get it. Probably would have if it was our good copy. This was just an early training manual, more or less. Already had blood on it."
"So what you're saying is, water damage is inevitable with you."
"Pretty much," John grins. "So, where did I leave us?"
"Your great-great-great uncle at the height of human stupidity firing his gun through a window to the inside, because he saw a bat."
"If you still think that is the height of human stupidity, I guess I haven't been doing my job right."
"Okay. The height of human stupidity is setting a vampire's club on fire on three separate occasions. And then inviting her to live in your apartment."
"Yeah, you're probably right." John flips the page over. "Okay, here it is, the second stupidest moment in human history..."