Pushing back the stiff door the children make there way into the underground passage leading up to the Gangplank public house from the sewer system. Once they reach the bar they start to spread out collecting the list given to them by Mr Mornigton.
They glance at each other with glee, energetic from the thrill of the raid. Someof them lifting the huge barrels of alchol onto their backs. The size of the barrels dwarfing their urchin size.
Making their way back down to the entracne into the swewer system they quickly load their rickety rafts and gentley make their way back to Brunel Hall.
Loki stands proud puffing on his pipe next to a stack of barrels and rows of glass bottles lineing the Brunel Bar. The rest of the urchins crowd around drining from bottles.
“well, you folks done a fine job, a very fine job, i have my chivas back, and emerson’s pub is chivasless…..perfect….” Says Mr Mornington eyeing over the collection, “i’ll have the port boys send over the booze on a carriage in an hour….better to have the port boys deliver it rather than folks seeing you younguns carrying a whole load of expensive drink around the town….”
“We may of helped ourselves to their bar..” pipes up Stormy.
Victor chuckles to himself, “even better”
“right then” Says Loki standing up straight, “i would suggest we dont hang about, dont wonna draw attention to ourselves”
Just then a women in quite an extravigant dress decends down the stairs from the upper section of the hotel. “i’ve walked into a party?, hello everyone”
“Hello Simone,” greets Victor, “meet the Urchins… Urchins, Miss Pinden, shes staying here”
“Right lads” Says Loki in a louder tone, “careful not to get any dirty mitts on the ladyship on yur ways out” and with that the group of skallywags march out the door onto the street before scampering off in seperate directions.