"If I'm lucky," he quipped back. Which was as much as he was going to say on the matter, probably to Pete's peace of mind. Friends didn't need to share everything. Such as the fact that the upstairs was off limits and there was nothing that could inspire Porsche to mess with that, regardless of his complete disregard for rules and limits at times.

"And you guys are sure it's not anywhere else? The back of the bar is the last place?" Butter wouldn't melt his mouth, he was so cool about it. "Oh, and let me know who found the others and who gets the drink rewards, will you?"

Breaking off to make a drink and let off a popper, there was something he'd been wondering. "Wouldn't it have been easier to just replace the buttons?"