Caleb peered down the empty hallway. He stared at the kitchen door, waiting for an opportunity to sneak in unseen. Punishment wasn't exactly on his to-do list, not for today at least.. 'Come on, come on..' he whispered fiercely as he watched the cook edge back and forth from the door as if his small brain couldn't allow him to make up his mind. When he finally decided to leave, Caleb looked around him. The coast is clear. In and out. Easy, he thought as he jogged towards the kitchen and slipped inside.
'Vodka, rum, beer, anything!' he said to himself as he rummaged through the cupboards and shelves. He tried to be discreet but was failing miserably due to his desperation. It had been at least 12 hours since his last drink and he needed something to take the edge off of living in this hole. Unfortunately Jean made sure that he was sober before he saw any clients, reducing the risk of performance issues or whatever. 'How I'd like the smack the bitch with a broken bottle,' he said, frustrated that he still hadn't found anything to drink.
Sansa hurried down the corridor, she was pretty sure she had just seen Caleb enter the kitchens and she wanted to make sure he didn't get in trouble. She poked her head into the kitchen to see him looking for alcohol no doubt, the cook wasn't around thankfully. Otherwise Caleb would be in big trouble which was why Sansa carefully walked in making sure to tread lightly, she didn't want to be the reason Caleb got in trouble. He didn't seem to notice her walk in and she wondered how to get his attention, she couldn't say anything but maybe she could make some noise. She spotted a spoon lying down on the counter and used it to tap out a rhythm. Not too loud, just loud enough to get Caleb's attention so she wouldn't hopefully startle him too badly.
Caleb's ears pricked up when he heard the sound. For a second he thought he'd been caught, then again if that was the case he'd have been dragged off to Jean's office by now. He turned around to find Sansa holding a spoon, 'so you're the culprit behind that.. music,' he said with a smile as he grabbed the spoon and tapped her lightly on the nose with it.
'What are you doing in here anyway, Red? You wanna get caught?' he asked, looking around to make sure they were alone. He watched her silently as he waited for a reply, ever since he found out she couldn't talk he'd been picking the brains of the few people in here who knew sign language. He wasn't the best at it, but he got by enough to be able to communicate with her.
Sanaa's smile widened as he finally noticed her as she knew he would. She ducked her head as he tapped her nose with the spoon, making a face as he did so. At his question she brightened and her hands started to sign. I wanted to make sure you didn't get into too much trouble She made sure not too sign too fast as she knew Caleb was still learning how to do sign language himself. I know where Cook likes to hide his drinks She added with a triumphant smile.
He furrowed his brow, he knew she meant well but what would he do if she got punished because she was simply looking out for him. I better get her out before anyone comes back, he thought as he watched her sign that she knew where the alcohol was. He grinned, in that moment he could have kissed her.
'You..' he started, pinching her cheeks lightly between his fingers, 'are my hero! Lead the way, Red.'
Sansa felt her smile grow and a light blush spread across her face. It wasn't very often that she got praise, but when it came from Caleb well it made her feel much better. She motioned for him to follow her and she led him next to the fridge. She took a few steps to the right and then pushed on a stone that was slightly out. The wall adjacent to the stone slid neatly to the side revealing a well stocked wine cellar. Sansa grinned and turned to look back at Caleb to see his reaction, Well, what do you think? She asked him with her hands signing.
Caleb followed, quick at her heels as he slowly licked his lips, he could almost taste the sweet liquid on his tongue. 'A secret door?' he whispered, completely astounded that the old cook could think up such an idea.
'This is amazing!' he exclaimed, trying hard to contain his excitement as he stared at the numerous bottles before him. He wondered how he was even going to decide which one to take. 'How did you even know this was here?' he asked eventually, a huge grin plastered on his face as he looked to Sansa, the liquor and back again.
Sansa smiled and then her hands moved, I found it on accident she admitted it had been by sheer happenstance that she had pressed against the stone. It had been a good thing that the Cook hadn't been around when that had happened. He had left while she worked and Sansa had been trying to find some chocolate when she had found the loose stone. You should get what you want before he comes back she added, she wasn't sure when the Cook would be back but she hoped that they'd have enough time to get what Caleb wanted before then.
'Yeah, I guess you're right,' he said with a sigh, he couldn't look at it all day and even if he did he'd get caught long before he could steal any away. After some consideration he grabbed a large bottle of rum from the back, oh the pirate jokes he'd be telling later..
As he stood beside Sansa, the bottle displayed proudly in his hands, he heard the faint sound of footsteps. Crap.. he thought as he ran to the doorway and poked his head round to see the cook in the distance. We are dead, he thought as he frantically tried to come up with a good excuse as to why they were there.
CRASH! Caleb almost leapt for joy when he heard the noise. As if coming to their rescue he saw one of the newer workers run head first into the cook, sending them both tumbling to the floor and providing them with a good distraction to disappear.
'Quick!' he whispered fiercely, 'close that thing and come here,' he held out his hand to Sansa as he looked around at the cook again. Ready to run out of the door as soon as she was by his side.
Sansa let out a breath as she watched with wide eyes as the cook came back. She was scared of him and it was only when Caleb whispered urgently for her to shut the wine cellar that her brain snapped into action. Her fingers pressed against the same stone, sealing the entrance with a soundless hiss. Sansa grasped Caleb's hand and they ran out of the kitchen. She was grateful that there had been a distraction but she felt bad for the new worker. Hopefully they wouldn't get too bad of a punishment but knowing the cook, the poor soul would probably be in some terrible pain.
As soon as he felt her hand in his he started running in the opposite direction, looking back only to check that Sansa could keep up. When they reached the hallway to the dorm rooms he stopped and leaned against the wall breathing heavily, glad the panic was finally over. 'This whole "no power" thing really sucks,' he said between breaths as he scratched at the collar around his neck, 'I don't know how you do it Red.' Back before he was stuck in the asylum he preferred to travel as his mother did, ethereally amongst the shadows. If he could do that now then the only one he'd have to watch out for would be Jean. Caleb looked up and down the hallway, glad no one else was around to see them with their stolen goods. 'So, care to join me?' he said, winking as he lifted the bottle invitingly.
Sansa took a few breaths, relieved that they had managed to escape. She looked up at Caleb's words and shrugged, she wasn't sure what it was like having powers. Of course Sansa had imagined having powers...who wouldn't? After all they were things she had read about in stories when she was younger. At times she wondered what kinds of powers she would have, if any...deep down she would like to fly. At Caleb's question she smiled and thought about it, she had never really had alcohol before. Sure She signed a few seconds later, she had helped find it after all.
'Good! I could use some company today,' he said with a grin. He usually preferred to drink alone, it was easier to wallow in misery that way. However, sometimes the wallowing got old and all he wanted was to have fun with someone who wasn't paying to be with him.
He gently took her hand and led her to his door, opening it with a small bow, 'welcome to my humble abode m'lady.'