I'll have to insist on a better demonstration of your abilities before I leave. A trading of information, if you will. I can only hope it would be of use to the both of us.
[ As much as she would be loath to admit it, considering the shit that her family put her through, but being a Lysander had its advantages. They were a large clan, spanning countries, and Lys' grandmother still held enough respect and clout to call in favors from distant cousins.
Which is why she currently found herself in a London bar- she was staying with said distant cousin at a large hotel they managed in the city. Her grandma thought some time abroad and away from home would be good for her, and she wasn't going to argue with her grandmother paying entirely for the trip.
And she sure wasn't arguing in the face of so many attractive people with accents.
She's nursing her drink, casting a look around, and trying to decide if her cousin would care terribly if one of these people made it back to the hotel with her. ]
[ The thing about being a Kingsman is that you have to be prepared to face trouble at any given moment, something that naturally comes with basically being an international super spy. Which is why Eggsy walks into the pub in his smartest suit, although the manner with which he carries himself seems a little less refined than one might expect from something that just looks ridiculously expensive and finely-tailored.
He's still working on being more Henry Higgins than Eliza Doolittle, but there's just an aura of charm about him that might make up for his lack of gentlemanly training thus far. He pauses at the entrance of the pub, the bell chiming behind him, and takes a quick inventory of the place before he strolls up to the bar, leaning forward on the counter as he tries to get the bartender's attention. His accent as he orders a drink, is definitely more Eliza Doolittle than Henry Higgins, which is to say it sounds a little less sophisticated than the other blokes around. He wasn't born with a silver spoon in his mouth, after all, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
When the bartender leaves, Eggsy glances around and finds a rather pretty lady right next to him. Very nice. He's at a bit of a loss about how to start the conversation, though. ]
[ Oh, now here was a real cutie- and she has no place to judge on "refined" or "not refined" or even "slightly less refined". He's really cute and has an accent and is wearing a really nice suit. All she cares about, really.
Lys flashes him a smile, motioning to the seat next to her. ]
If you're looking for a place to sit, it's available.
[ Her accent, by contrast, is very obviously American. ]
[ A corner of his lips turn up into a smirk as he raises his brows at her. ]
Well, don't mind if I do, then.
[ The bartender returns with Eggsy's glass of Guinness as he takes the seat next to Lys, and he gives the fellow an acknowledging nod and a "Thanks, mate" before sliding the glass over to himself and raising it at Lys. ]
[ a kingsman does!! but he doesn't need to go on screaming about that. in any case, he nods along at her explanation, and the expression on his face reads 'thoroughly impressed.' ]
Very nice. And how are you liking it over here so far? Seen the staple tourist spots yet?
[ She rests an elbow on the bar, leaning over just so to give him a nice glimpse of her low-cut shirt. (Because Lys doesn't mess around when it comes to flirting. She's got assets and she'll use every one of them) ]
I don't suppose you have any tips on where I should start?
[ Eggsy will not complain. In fact, it's rather obvious that he noticed, the way his eyes flick down quickly and then back up to her eyes. Now there's a million different things he could say, like maybe she should start her tour at his place, but Harry's voice echoes in his mind like a campy film, going, "Manners maketh man." Yeah, yeah, Harry. ]
Well, you could start by having a couple more drinks with me. Not a bad idea, innit?
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