RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[youotterknow]

[ 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. ]

[heelclicked]

[ 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. ]

Cheers.

[youotterknow]

Cheers.

[ 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?

[heelclicked]

[ he keeps his eyes on her as he takes a swig of his own drink before setting the glass back down on the bar. ]

Or, I could just be a bloke walking around in a suit all day. What brings you over across the pond, miss?

[youotterknow]

A very nice suit. [ like come on, who dresses that nice just every day ]

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.

[heelclicked]

[ 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?

[youotterknow]

Mm. I haven't really had the chance 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?

[heelclicked]

[ 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?

[youotterknow]

I could. [ She bites her lower lip, giving him a once-over ] I think I will.

I'm Alyssa.

[heelclicked]

[ he turns his body slightly to be able to extend his arm out at her for a handshake. ]

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.

[youotterknow]

[ A handshake. How cute. She'll go ahead with it, only because he's adorable. ]

Eggsy? [ she grins ] That's adorable.

Everyone calls me Lys.

[heelclicked]

[ 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. ]

Well, you can thank my mum for that one, Lys.

[youotterknow]

[ She raises her glass to no one in particular ] Thank you, Eggsy's mum, for the adorable nickname.

[heelclicked]

[ He raises his in the same way. ] And thank you, Lys's grandmum, for kicking her out of the house all the way over here.

[youotterknow]

[ She giggles, offering up her glass in a mock toast before taking a drink ]

And thank you for wandering in here to share a drink with me.

[heelclicked]

[ 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.

[youotterknow]

Aww, and I don't even have any popcorn.

[heelclicked]

[ he raises his eyebrows, still turned towards Lys, as the argument seems to begin escalating behind him. ]

Americans don't get this excited over football, right? --Wait, soccer. It's soccer, innit?

[youotterknow]

Over soccer? No, not at all.

Over football though- you know, what we call football. People like, literally riot.

[heelclicked]

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?

[youotterknow]

[ oh shit. that was some ninja-grade stuff right there.

She ducks beneath the bar, but she's definitely peeking because she wants to see what happens. ]

[heelclicked]

[ 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.

Yup, he's gonna knee him in the balls. ]

[youotterknow]

[ THIS IS PROBABLY NOT THE BEST USE OF YOUR SPY TRAINING, YOU KNOW

But whatever. Lys is probably enjoying herself a little too much and applauds ]

[heelclicked]

[ PLS THIS IS TOTALLY THE BEST USE OF HIS SPY TRAINING

But, really, it’s not, and he’ll probably hear an earful from Merlin whenever he gets back to HQ, because Merlin just knows. He’s probably watching this whole thing go down from the feed coming in from Eggsy’s glasses anyhow.

In any case, he sticks to hand-to-hand combat, for the most part only striking at people who unlucky enough to attack him first (this way, at least, he can use “self-defense” as an excuse) and only hurting them enough so that they’ll sit the rest of this friggin’ brawl out. If she’s watching closely enough, Lys might pick up on Eggsy using his watch to deliver an electric shock to someone who somehow snuck up on him and put him in a headlock—just one of them good old spy gadgets, you know? ]

[youotterknow]

[ YOU ARE THE WORST SPY geez.

But she does catch that, and it quite surprises her. Who the hell keeps a taser in their watch? Aside from James Bond, obviously.

She's so enthralled in the action that she doesn't notice that she's not alone until someone grabs her arm and hauls her up from her hiding spot. Apparently they've had enough of Eggsy picking on their friends and have decided to go after his girlfriend.

Naturally, she screams. ] Let go of me!