[ eggsy knows better than to order his favourite mixed drinks 'cause they inevitably taste different from their earthly counterparts (but ask him to make you an approximation on thesa, and he'll sort out something damn close, swear down). instead, he nurses his second pint at the bar, chatting with nadril colonists whenever possible. it's lowkey intel gathering, seeing as he's actually enjoying the sport and lively atmosphere. reminds him of london during the football. his last month was dramatic, with losses and undead dragons breaking up the weeks, so tonight is a nice reprieve. after losing his bulletproof suit to bloody robots, he wears plain blacks beneath his natha-issue winter gear. no snapback today, either (you're welcome).
daisy's proposition is ballsy enough to make him smile, hidden behind his drink as he turns to assess her. one of the american refugees, definitely. and pretty. he nearly says, "sorry, i'm taken" on instinct, but he's not, hasn't been for nearly a year despite the sudden burst of memories in his head, with a few almosts scattered in between. and he can't turn down her delivery, said like a dare in and of itself. ]
Any drink?
[ teasing, as if that's the important part of her offer. ]
don't @ me
daisy's proposition is ballsy enough to make him smile, hidden behind his drink as he turns to assess her. one of the american refugees, definitely. and pretty. he nearly says, "sorry, i'm taken" on instinct, but he's not, hasn't been for nearly a year despite the sudden burst of memories in his head, with a few almosts scattered in between. and he can't turn down her delivery, said like a dare in and of itself. ]
Any drink?
[ teasing, as if that's the important part of her offer. ]