Lucas turned the Bacardi bottle to hold it under his arm, hung the sprite bottles between his fingers and carried the glass in the other hand as he walked closer to take a look at where he was trying to get into.
"Where'd you wanna go? Through that?" Lucas pointed at the narrow opening to somewhere he couldn't really properly see, and then grinned. "Yeah, sometimes it actually is good to be scrawny," he motioned at himself.