Levin x Eggsy
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.