💌 @oldno7 — cont.
" and here i was ready to put a ring on it. " sweetness becomes him too easily when in the presence of his most esteemed partner in crime. even this devil's usually malicious smirk is coated with honey when sauntering over to her, taking the glass of martini from her hands with a grateful bow of his head. it's not his drink of choice. far from it. upon sipping on it, he thinks it oughtta be stronger. agent martini would hear no such complain, though. he just keeps drinking it like it's water — tastes almost as dull on his tongue. " you're never this happy to see me, 'tini. you must've some good news. " which means terrible news for the kingsman, he hopes. " let's hear it. "
" really, whiskey, i'm not interested unless you make it one big, shiny ring at that. " chin goes straight up, with blonde curls bobbing out & falling into place with every dramatic turn of her head. a drink of her own is momentarily raised, symbolic clink of their beverages before taking it to her own pink-ish lips — & while it goes down on the other smoothly, on effie's throat it slides down with a burn. she shakes her head & produces a smile; that one extra dash of vodka was certainly welcome if only in celebration for the exquisite news brewing on her tongue.
" oh, you know me too well. " martini leans back with a sigh, sits on the very edge of her desk with a set of endless legs put on display. " do remind me — who's the official choice to perfectly represent the company in all kinds of international affairs? " a single second of thought is given; her hands go up & prevent the man from voicing any thoughts even if he tried. " &, this is important, dear — who would this brilliant person pick to be her plus - one at the inauguration party of the very new kingsman agency ? " if it could ever be called a party, of course. but the intent was certainly there. " pack your bags, darling. we're getting the hot - goss straight from the source this weekend. "