"Yeah, tell me about it." Reno could use a drink right about now, too. Actually, he could've used one a long time ago.

He rested his chin back into the palm of his hand, peering at the top of the counter. "We could distract him and pilfer it," he suggested dryly. "Or hypnotize him. You got any hypnosis skills along with those peanut-throwing ones of yours?"