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. ]
[ 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. ]
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.
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?) ]
[ He gulps, his brows going up yet again before he relaxes his expression into something more debonair. Damn it, Eggsy, think more Bond. This getting ladies' attention by kicking ass in a suit thing is definitely new to him, and while he definitely likes it, it's something to get used to still.
(And yes, Lys, Eggsy would agree. Sex is the best way to anything.) ]
Well, then. I definitely won't be stopping you from saying all of those things, Lys.
[ He clears his throat. When he next speaks, he infuses his tone with charm, although there's some caution to it. ]
If you ask me, I could still use a few more drinks--at your hotel, maybe?
[ 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. ]
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[ 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-- ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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?
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Of course, Lys. We can leave through the back and avoid all these fightin' blokes, yeah?
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[ Lead the way! ]
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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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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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(And yes, Lys, Eggsy would agree. Sex is the best way to anything.) ]
Well, then. I definitely won't be stopping you from saying all of those things, Lys.
[ He clears his throat. When he next speaks, he infuses his tone with charm, although there's some caution to it. ]
If you ask me, I could still use a few more drinks--at your hotel, maybe?
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I was hoping you'd ask.
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Shall we call a cab, or...
[ Sadly, he doesn't have a sexy spy car. Yet. ]
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[ And she points to a rather lavish-looking hotel down the street. Let it never be said it didn't pay to be a Lysander.
She grabs his hand ] Walk with me?
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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. ]
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"Pretty swanky." I can practically see the chandeliers, velvet curtains, and fancy rugs from here.
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And you can, like, get all that shit delivered up to your room, right?
[ Yeah, he... has never really stayed in hotels... ]
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[ A pause, as she realizes what he just asked ] Have you never gotten room service before?
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[ 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-- ]
Yeah, nope. I haven't.
[ Ah well. No use lying about it. ]
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like, really get used to it. ]
--Then we should probably walk a little bit faster.
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[ as if she doesn't know why ]
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[ All of this said very facetiously, of course, because no let's just get to the hotel and do the thing. ]
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