#eggsynog

the one time he was visiting her for the summer was the one night her sister was sleeping at someone else’s house. prim slept in her bed, no matter how much she tried to insist eggsy should get the bed instead. that was the downside of only having two beds in the whole house. prim felt the mattress shift and heard her cat, buttercup, meow in response. when she opened her eyes and saw eggsy getting under the covers with her, she gave him a sleepy smile. “couldn’t sleep?” she scooted a little bit closer to him, which her cat tried to keep her from doing. “was everything what you expected?” she hasn’t really had the chance to be alone with him all day. she wanted to know what he was thinking about home and her family.

[text] I am a fun fuck buddy, I simply won’t bow to what you want so easily [text] you sound so surprised. [text] I am definitely not dumb.

“Nathan Hartlot,” Peyton spoke as he stepped inside of the station’s interrogation room. He paused to look at the man waiting for him, noting to himself that he looked much younger than Peyton had expected. “Thank you for coming in today. I just have a few questions about a recent disappearance.” Peyton set a folder on the table, showing a woman with two prominent red dots on her neck. “She was last seen at your hotel after checking in. We were hoping you could help us find-out more about the situation.” They’d already spoken to the front desk worker, which had given them little to nothing. Nathan was their next step to finding the woman’s killer. 

Levin stretches out with a grunt, before he grabs his pint and chugs the rest of it down, much to the delight of his surrounding friends. Levin doesn’t even really know what they’re talking about. He’s sat at the end of their six stools this time. “Oi, Lev, mate! Tell us another!” Kurt yells suddenly. It’s a rowdy night at the pub, so the yelling is actually pretty necessary. Levin rolls his eyes. “I dunno, mate, dunno if there’s a fight I’ve got that you haven’t heard about.” He says, smirking down the line at his best mate.  Kurt grunts. “I mean... yeah...” He says, watching Levin finish off his pint and order another. He looks around. “Damn, Lev, it’s gettin’ kinda busy in here, you wanna just head home?” He asks, before Blake perks up. “Yeah, I wanna go home. It’s near 2am, I need to get up early tomorrow.” Levin grumbles. “Aw, pussies, the lot of ya.” He says, waving them off. “Jog on then, I’m gonna stick around. Just ordered a brand new pint, no need to waste that.” He says, looking at the bar. His friends stare at him, obviously worried, but they also knew that there was no changing Levin’s mind when it came to drinking.  “See you at home then, mate.” One of them says, before they close their tabs and head out the door. Levin bites the inside of his mouth and then looks around the bar. Someone to... talk to. Chat up, maybe. His eyes fall on another man about his age, and he moves off his stool to make his way over to him. He’s handsome, very much so. “Hey there.” He says, smiling, pint in hand. “Wanna hear about the time I tried to kick a bully’s arse behind Johnny Mac’s?” He asks, raising a brow as if telling the other man this was something he wanted to hear.

“I have to figure this out, babe,” Gwen sighed softly, biting on her lower lip. She wondered if she constantly looked STRESSED around Eggsy; but being new to the Statesman team, she had to make sure she didn’t mess up. Considering Champagne already had his eyes set on her performance not slipping once they’d found out about her and Galahad, cracking this case had to come first-- even if it meant spending more time in Statesman HQ than in bed with her boyfriend.