[Bellamy snorts at that message, and doesn't bother replying. It takes him about twenty minutes to show up, hair still mussed up from the tiny amount of sleep he got and his usual jacket thrown over a rumpled shirt. Hey, Eggsy.]
[ 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.
[Bellamy shoots Eggsy a Look, but by now, Eggsy knows Bellamy more than well enough to pick up on the fact that he's not actually annoyed. He digs his wallet out of his jeans and slides the money over to Sienna, who honestly just looks ecstatic to be done with them.]
[ He slides off the bar stool with a slight stumble, but sticks the landing and grabs his coat off the chair.
Drinking alone, Eggsy? Well, obviously. ]
Wasn't alone the whole time. [ said casually as he struggles into his jacket. At one point, he places a hand on Bellamy's shoulder to steady himself. ] Nearly went home with a girl, but obviously hit a bit of speed bump.
[ no money, still problems; although it's half a lie. He definitely came out to drink alone. ]
[ Eggsy does his best to follow Bellamy's lead. The question makes him snort. ]
You don't want me to be more specific. [ a truly bullshit non-answer. quickly — ] Can I stay with you? Harry [ he says, not Henry. ] won't be — he'll be fucking disappointed.
[ stop being!! such a perfect friend!! bellamy blake!! and making his chest tighten with how easily the instinctive kindness moves him. ]
Oh, shut up. [ 'course he's having a proper whinging session now. ] I know it's stupid. I just get all nervy about fucking it up with him — [ listen, he's not on top form to the point where he doesn't register how odd it is to hear someone else say harry's name for a long moment. ] — up with Henry. I meant Henry. [ oh god. ] Jesus, I'm wankered.
[It's not everyone Bellamy would get out of bed at 3 am for, but Eggsy is firmly in that circle. Unfortunately for Eggsy, that also means he isn't going to drop this subject.]
Fucking what up, exactly?
[That's still certainly not what got Eggsy out here in the first place.]
My best mate. From home. [ saying her name seems difficult right now. He goes on, anyway. ] Roxy. [ a beat. ] And this girl. A proper lady. From some rubbish place. And I didn't even fucking kiss her. [ wah wah. ]
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LISTEN bellamy just read him for filth
fck off
yes
lot wallet
lost my wallet
ples ball
pls bail me out ill pay u bacck
bellamy loves him ok
Where are you?
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monie
money?
money
4 the bar tab
bridge bar
bridge house bar
[ which is where he will be: sat at the bar, stalling on payment. ]
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How much is it?
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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.
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Drinking alone, Eggsy?
[That doesn't seem very like him.]
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Drinking alone, Eggsy? Well, obviously. ]
Wasn't alone the whole time. [ said casually as he struggles into his jacket. At one point, he places a hand on Bellamy's shoulder to steady himself. ] Nearly went home with a girl, but obviously hit a bit of speed bump.
[ no money, still problems; although it's half a lie. He definitely came out to drink alone. ]
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[Bellamy sighs, looping an arm around Eggsy to keep him upright.]
Sounds like crap to me. What's wrong?
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I'm smashing. [ more like smashed. ] Just had a shite day. [ weeeeeeell. ] Shite week? Shite month.
stop using shirtless icons on me it's rude
Do you want to be more specific?
that sounds like a personal problem
You don't want me to be more specific. [ a truly bullshit non-answer. quickly — ] Can I stay with you? Harry [ he says, not Henry. ] won't be — he'll be fucking disappointed.
[ ugh ugh ugh. ]
IT'S A YOU BULLYING ME PROBLEM!!!
[He says it immediately, like it's no big deal, because it really isn't. Clarke certainly won't judge.]
Harry?
fine i'll use my least sexy icon (*other than the poop icons)
Oh, shut up. [ 'course he's having a proper whinging session now. ] I know it's stupid. I just get all nervy about fucking it up with him — [ listen, he's not on top form to the point where he doesn't register how odd it is to hear someone else say harry's name for a long moment. ] — up with Henry. I meant Henry. [ oh god. ] Jesus, I'm wankered.
[ which is true, at least. ]
what are the poop icons...
Fucking what up, exactly?
[That's still certainly not what got Eggsy out here in the first place.]
these sewer ones from k2...
[ and this is his second chance — with Harry miraculously alive and yet still likely disappear, same as Roxy. And Margaery, and Jeanie, and Athena. ]
Can't afford to fuck it up again, yeah? With people coming and going like it's... like it's nothing.
[ he's sort of all over the place, but finally circling back to the present topic, in a way. ]
HORRENDOUS
Who left?
[Went back to stasis. It's the same thing, isn't it?]
YOU ASKED FOR THIS
My best mate. From home. [ saying her name seems difficult right now. He goes on, anyway. ] Roxy. [ a beat. ] And this girl. A proper lady. From some rubbish place. And I didn't even fucking kiss her. [ wah wah. ]
[ He scrubs at his face with his free hand. ]
i did i regret it
Clarke went back into stasis, remember? But she came back, good as new.
g o o d
Athena and Jeanie and Kara haven't come back, have they? It's random, is what it is.
smh!!!!
Maybe it is. Who knows what the hell they're thinking.
[The Natha, he means.]
I'm sorry, Eggsy.
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Just don't fucking leave me, too, or I'll get a bloody ASBO without you.
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A what?
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[ still sad, still bitter, but perhaps a little distracted by the question. ]
You get it for public drunkenness, trespassing, knicking cars, starting fights — y'know, my everyday routine.
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S'not. Not anymore.
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