"No," he practically snarled, though it wasn't directed at Wren. He was still glaring at Porsche as if to indicate it was his.

"Lucky for me, I'm not the one cleaning it up."

And that brought a smug smile to his face. If other people wanted to make a mess of his bar, other people could be the ones to lean it up after. Nor was he going to go easy on them when that time came.