[ He whistles at the sight of the hotel--definitely not anywhere he would find himself even near on a regular day. But--ah, yes, he will gladly go along with this hand-holding with a pretty lady thing, because it is awesome. ]
It would be my pleasure to walk with you, Lys. Especially to a nice fancy hotel, yeah?
[ He shoves his other hand in the pocket of his trousers. ]
Edited (where did these line breaks come from) 2015-03-08 01:03 (UTC)
[ I've gotten room service before? is the obvious end of that sentence, but it's halfway through that he remembers that right now he's dressed rather impeccably like a man with money, and-- ]
[ Yes, nice. Elevator kissing is totally a thing he's always wanted to do and he really hopes her room is like, way up there and that the elevator takes forever to go up, because this is awesome. His hands find her shoulders before they trail down her arms and eventually rest on her waist as he kisses her back. ]
[ Wishes do come true, Eggsy, because her room is on the topmost floor, and the elevator stops once or twice on the way up, but when whoever it is spots them making out in the corner, they let the elevator pass on by. Yeah. They'll catch the next one.
She's got her arms around his neck, one leg slooooowly trailing up to hook over his hip, when the elevator finally reaches its destination. As tempting as it is to just stay right where they are, her cousin would probably kill her if she fucked some random guy in the elevator, so she breaks away and drags him out into the hall a scant second before the elevator doors close.
Her room is at the end of the hall, and it may as well be an apartment, what with the way it's furnished. It's even got a kitchenette. ] Mm so. This is it.
[ this is fucking awesome, and really he just--goes with all of it, because this is fucking awesome. He casts the poor bystanders a Look whenever the elevator stops as he continues to kiss Lys, as though to tell them "Sorry, mate. Better catch the next lift up."
And he just continues to enjoy this entire situation until they reach the top floor, and, well, all good things must come to an end, he supposes, especially if to make room for even better things. Honestly, his jaw drops at the sight of the room before he catches himself and his lips purse into a whistle. ]
Very, very nice. Your grandmum must be rich as hell.
[ She moves to a little end table, on which sits a phone and a menu. She affects the most posh accent she can manage. ] And what would the gentleman care to drink this evening?
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