@blckdcg continued from here.
“Sorry, a friend of mine died recently.” Eggsy did not realize he was echoing the same words said to him the day he met the man in question; most of his new friendships had tragic beginnings, and if it were not for his grief then he might not have been sitting at the bar in an American pub, staring into his liquor because the bartender did not know how to make a proper martini. At least he had company, even if his company likened him to a Marry Poppins character. “Yeah, but I can spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.”
Eggsy drank his shot of whisky and coughed as it burned him from sternum to stomach, his face souring even as he gestured to the bartender for another. He could not speak to him over the blaring country music coming out of a nearby jukebox. “Next round’s on me.”














