stealth // ikaros & jules

"Okay, be honest," sliding in front of one of the boys sneaking out of a room I'm fairly certain we're not supposed to be in. "Are they purposely hiding this from me?"

This being the bottle held in his hand, my nail tapping the glass once for good measure. I've all but mastered the art of sneaking alcohol into places it's not supposed to be and this kid needs some tips. No concealment, or perhaps just no shame. I'm starting to think the Keepers have been told to keep an eye on me and me only. Bastard rats, nothing like the loose-moralled idiots we've got back home.

"What?" I raise my eyebrows, folding my arms across my chest and leaning against the wall. Blocking his path might buy me some time to wiggle a word or two of an answer out of him. 

"I'm not going to tell on you, I just want to know where you got it and how."