[ 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?
Well let me order us some wine and then we can get to the real fun.
[ She picks something random and fancy-sounding from the menu, and dials room service to ask it be delivered to her room. Two glasses, yes. Thank you. ]
[ Eggsy has a mind to shrug off his suit jacket, but then he remembers that he's got two pistols holstered on his shoulders and thinks--shit, is she gonna think this is the sexy kind of dangerous or the scary kind-- so excuse him, Lys, if he sort of misses what she's just said because he has his hands looking like they're paused on the buttons of jacket and a mild look of alarm on his face. ]
Right. If anyone asks, I'm just a well-dressed tailor who does suits and shit.
And--hey, fine by me. [ And he sets them down vewy, vewy carefully on a coffee table. And then he shoots her a wildly flirtatious look, his fingers touching an arm of his glasses. ] What about glasses? On or off?
[ She saunters over, pressing herself right up against him as she reaches up to gingerly take them off (for all she knows, they could be another special gadget and she doesn't want to electrocute herself.) ]
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Both?
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[ 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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I shall defer to the lady's judgment on this.
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[ He has only recently learned how a martini should be prepared. ]
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[ aaaand cue the wink. ]
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wait no he doesn't ]
Dapper and philosophical? I'm doomed.
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[ dis gonn b gud ]
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[ She picks something random and fancy-sounding from the menu, and dials room service to ask it be delivered to her room. Two glasses, yes. Thank you. ]
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Is something wrong?
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Oh, you know, just--didn't wanna startle you.
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She bites her lower lip a moment ] So are those standard-issue with the taser watch?
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[ he shrugs nonchalantly, trying to be super mega casual about this, but he starts carefully taking off the holsters anyway. ]
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You could say that.
[ And then that wink. ]
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... The shoulder holsters are super hot, by the way.
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[ What? The watch doubles as a memory-wiper? Technology! ]
And thanks, love. Want me to keep 'em on?
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[ and she taps a finger on her chin, considering ] No, no. I think they might just end up getting in the way.
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And--hey, fine by me. [ And he sets them down vewy, vewy carefully on a coffee table. And then he shoots her a wildly flirtatious look, his fingers touching an arm of his glasses. ] What about glasses? On or off?
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[ She saunters over, pressing herself right up against him as she reaches up to gingerly take them off (for all she knows, they could be another special gadget and she doesn't want to electrocute herself.) ]
I'm thinking off. I'd hate to break them.
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[ He leans down and presses his lips against hers once the glasses are off. ]
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