Harry's laugh punctured the alcohol-fume filled air of the dingy tavern as he left the upstairs room, running his hand through his hair to push it from his eyes, other arm held out to the young boy that had shared the room with him. "I'll get you that drink." He promised, guiding the boy down back to the bar, and as they made their way down the stairs he saw Jack, still bravely guarding their haul (although it would have been smarter just to take it back with them and hiding it, rather than bring it to a tavern, but that had been Harry's mistake, no Jack's) and Vivian, who seemed about to leave.
"Don't get too comfortable, Jack!" Harry shouted over the din, before moving to the bar and making his order, smiling slightly at Georgie. "Don't go yet, I've got something for you."