[ Eggsy's not an absolute mess, but he's not looking his best, either. More dressed down than he has been since joining the guard, wearing the hideous hat Roxy gave him.
If anything, he's utterly relieved to see Bellamy — to know he picked the right person for a rescue in the wee hours of the night. ]
[ a little slurred. ] I could fucking kiss you. [ but he doubts that would be appreciated... given the hour and the drinking and the generous donation to the #saveeggsy fund. See also: Bellamy's general policy re: the touchy-feely. ] Like, sixty quid. Not quid — [ he waves a hand, struggling to find the world. ] — coins. Silver. Whatever. [ he points to a very tired looking bartender. ] Sienna's got the tab.
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If anything, he's utterly relieved to see Bellamy — to know he picked the right person for a rescue in the wee hours of the night. ]
[ a little slurred. ] I could fucking kiss you. [ but he doubts that would be appreciated... given the hour and the drinking and the generous donation to the #saveeggsy fund. See also: Bellamy's general policy re: the touchy-feely. ] Like, sixty quid. Not quid — [ he waves a hand, struggling to find the world. ] — coins. Silver. Whatever. [ he points to a very tired looking bartender. ] Sienna's got the tab.