Fred look up from where he was nursing his butterbeer. He had fucked up whatever he had been trying to do with Bill and there was a possibility that Bailey wouldn't want to speak to him either. Fuck his life.
"Back in your day, maybe. It's still under the loose floorboard under your bed." He had checked when he had first returned. Their caches of abandoned pranks, some of them even he had forgotten, had been discovered when he had ransacked the room trying to find an iota of normalcy in this new world. "Gave a man the runs for days, didn't it?"