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

[ 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.

[ 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.

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

[ 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.

[ 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.

[ 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.

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

[ 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?

Over soccer? No, not at all.

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

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?

[ 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. ]

[ 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. ]

[ 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 ]

[ 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? ]

[ 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!

[ WHAT NO YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW rude

But—shit. He’d gotten so caught up with these other assholes that he’d lost track of Lys, and shit. Eggsy just barely dodges another punch by ducking before he’s dashing back over to Lys, hand outstretched at the guy as though it would calm him down. ]

Let’s not get hasty here, mate. Do as the madam says and let her go.

[ The dude's grip is like a vise on her upper arm, and he stinks of too much alcohol and fuck, this was fun and now it's not. She could probably shift, get away in her smaller form, but that would be breaking like a million rules.

So instead she drives the heel of her shoe- a pair of classy little red heels- down onto the top of his foot as hard as she can.

He doesn't let go, but he sure as hell is distracted now. ]

[ Eggsy's face breaks into somewhat of a surprised, but delighted expression. He always appreciates a woman who can think on her feet.

When Lys successfully distracts the guy, he promptly releases his grip on her in favor of raising his injured feet, grabbing it with both hands--just like in cartoons, really, although this entire brawl seems like that. Eggsy takes this opportunity to slide up to the guy and punch him square in the face, which knocks him back with enough force that he hits head on a counter on the way down. ]

Sorry 'bout that. Are you hurt?

Yeah. [ She's a little breathless, a little freaked out. This got out of hand quickly. ] I... can we get out of here?

[ He nods, seeing that she's a little shaken and extending his hand out to her. ]

Of course, Lys. We can leave through the back and avoid all these fightin' blokes, yeah?

[ She nods in return, taking his hand. ] Yeah. I... yeah.

[ Lead the way! ]

[ Eggsy takes one last glance at the battlefield; the two jerks who started the whole thing aren't even conscious, which is basically icing on the cake, and the mayhem that continues to ensue is just shameless, at this point. Which is why he leads Lys carefully out back, making sure to do so inconspicuously to avoid attracting any more attention, although he does have to stun one more guy with his watch as he tries to get them before they walk out the door. ]

Sorry, mate. You're in the way.

[ The words are too late, of course, as the guy's already on convulsing from electric shocks on the floor, so Eggsy just leads himself and Lys around the guy and finally pushes the door open. ]

[ Once they're outside, she feels like she can breathe again. That was insane. And stupid. And dangerous.

But also really fucking sexy. ]

Hey.

[ She stops walking, giving Eggsy's arm a little tug to turn him back around to face her. When he does, she reaches up with her free hand to grab his tie and pull him into a kiss. ]

Thanks for your help back there.

[ Oh what--

He's evidently quite surprised when Lys pulls him into the kiss, judging by the way his brows go up and his eyes stay wide open, though by the time he thinks that maybe he should, like, do his part of the work or something, she's already pulled away.

But still. Nice, Eggsy.

He wears a grin that's both endearingly charming and rather smug as he looks at her. ]

No worries, madam. Though I'm thinkin' I should get into fights in pubs more often.

[ No, don't do that. ]

Call me Lys. "Madam" is something you'd call my grandmother.

And let's skip more fights and get to the part where I tell you how incredibly sexy you are when you're punching dudes.

[ As she says it, she takes a step closer, pressing herself against him a little. (Lys prefers not to deal with things. She'd rather not think on how scary that was. She'd rather forget it happened. Sex is the best way to do that, right?) ]

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