'Do I look like I will? I'm just a sewer rat, unpleasant, but hardly the end of the world.'

He stuffs the bottles into his rucksack, and can't help looking through into the building (if there is a window, otherwise ignore)

'Ok, sure, fine, whatever.' He yeets himself down the grille

*By the way, he's not a kid, though I'm guessing the bouncer is just calling him one anyway*

Flint tries to make his way to somewhere near the building, but away from where the bouncer was

Flint crawls out of the outlet, and tries to see what is going on through the window.

He's lurking in a shadow in an attempt to be not noticed by any bouncers, especially not ones ten times his size.

He climbs in through the window, seeing that there is obviously something interesting going on in the club.

He has very little experience of clubs

He looks to see what everyone is looking at. Investigation roll  5

*sorry. And his modifier is +4 as well*

*it would have been a 1*

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Flint tries to make his way through the crowd towards whatever it is

'Typical' Flint mutters. He's annoyed that he pushed his way through a crowd for nothing, when he could have been out in the cool night air or picking over the body of some unlucky victim of a brawl or gang fight. Whereas, this does not particularly interest him at all. He sighs