[ 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?
[ he is basically a puppy. but most people find his nickname either cute, as lys seems to, or hilarious, as the pricks from training did. Eggsy's glad it's the former this time around. ]
[ he does the same, and he's about to fire a compliment right back at her, but he overhears some rather colorful and aggressive language from two men a few spots from them at the bar. Eggsy casts them a sidelong glance--the men are both wearing football jerseys, and--oh, look. From rival teams that are playing today (in fact, the game's being shown on one of the televisions in the pub), which pretty much explains everything. In just a moment, he turns his attention back to Lys. ]
Well, Lys, I think you might be lucky enough to witness an authentic, football-induced pub brawl in a little bit.
Ah, yes. The ever mind-boggling American football.
[ he's about to go on, but he hears one of the men insult the other man'a mum (over football, really?) which basically means the brawl is going to break out in 3... 2... 1...
And a bottle of beer comes flying in their direction, although Eggsy barely has to spare a glance at it before he catches it with a hand in time for it to not fly past his shoulder and to God knows where. ]
Might be best to keep your head down for this, yeah?
[ As bar brawls typically are wont to do, a conflict between two men quickly devolves into a free-for-all. Some people have the sense to leave the pub when this happens, ducking out of the doorway to avoid becoming collateral damage by way of flying bottles and glasses--Eggsy? He's gonna stay and fight. Especially when there's a pretty girl to impress.
His first move is to hold his arm out to intercept a bloke who might have otherwise toppled over the bar where Lys hides behind, and when the man responds with an incoming blow aimed at Eggsy's head, the suited man merely steps to the side to avoid the attack, his hand going up to grab the man by the wrist and unceremoniously pulling the man down while Eggy's own knee goes up.
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]
Cheers.
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[ She raises her glass in turn, taking a drink ]
You look like you just came from somewhere important. Or maybe you're on your way somewhere important?
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Or, I could just be a bloke walking around in a suit all day. What brings you over across the pond, miss?
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Visiting relatives. My grandmother decided I needed to get out of the house for s bit, so, you know, she just up and sent me to another country.
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Very nice. And how are you liking it over here so far? Seen the staple tourist spots yet?
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[ 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?
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Well, you could start by having a couple more drinks with me. Not a bad idea, innit?
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I'm Alyssa.
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Gary. Gary Unwin. [ okay, shoot. he was going for a Bond-esque introduction, there, but his name just isn't as edgy. ] But everybody calls me Eggsy.
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Eggsy? [ she grins ] That's adorable.
Everyone calls me Lys.
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Well, you can thank my mum for that one, Lys.
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And thank you for wandering in here to share a drink with me.
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Well, Lys, I think you might be lucky enough to witness an authentic, football-induced pub brawl in a little bit.
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Americans don't get this excited over football, right? --Wait, soccer. It's soccer, innit?
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Over football though- you know, what we call football. People like, literally riot.
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[ he's about to go on, but he hears one of the men insult the other man'a mum (over football, really?) which basically means the brawl is going to break out in 3... 2... 1...
And a bottle of beer comes flying in their direction, although Eggsy barely has to spare a glance at it before he catches it with a hand in time for it to not fly past his shoulder and to God knows where. ]
Might be best to keep your head down for this, yeah?
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She ducks beneath the bar, but she's definitely peeking because she wants to see what happens. ]
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His first move is to hold his arm out to intercept a bloke who might have otherwise toppled over the bar where Lys hides behind, and when the man responds with an incoming blow aimed at Eggsy's head, the suited man merely steps to the side to avoid the attack, his hand going up to grab the man by the wrist and unceremoniously pulling the man down while Eggy's own knee goes up.
Yup, he's gonna knee him in the balls. ]
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But whatever. Lys is probably enjoying herself a little too much and applauds ]
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