Occam's Razor
Eggsy Unwin and Roxy Morton
"You're the sharper shooter," Roxy Morton states matter-of-factly. "You take the floor. I'll make the drop."
"All right." Eggsy Unwin nods. It seems a lifetime ago when he and Roxy were in Kingsman training together--when the then candidate for Agent Lancelot had to overcome an incovenient fear of heights.
Merlin comes through the comms with a Roger that, Lancelot and Galahad to confirm his assent.
"What're you up to after?" Eggsy asks Roxy, while checking his ammo and reloading his service firearm.
Roxy doesn't look up from inspecting her weapons, almost off-handedly replying, "Chicken and beer, maybe." She shrugs on her parachute. "You?"
Eggsy has the gall to look somewhat sheepish. "Well," he waits until Roxy meets his eyes. "I owe Tilde a couple rain checks..."
"This means no chicken and beer for me, doesn't it?" She sighs, but refuses to concede just yet. It's almost that time of the month and the chicken-and-beer craving is an insane compulsion wreaking havoc on her appetite.
Eggsy gives her what she calls his Puss in Boots impersonation.
Merlin's voice comes on again, giving them the countdown.
"Fine." Roxy puts on her helmet. "JB needs some exercise and I miss Daisy anyway." Eggsy owes her big time this time.
"You're the best."
She crosses the short distance to the aircraft door. "Best friend or best agent?"
"Both." Roxy makes the jump to Eggsy's smirk and wink.
Thank you, for flints to the tinder.
For a decade of concrete jungles where dreams are made.
For a decade of dreams made on concrete jungles.
"You're the sharper shooter," Roxy Morton states matter-of-factly. "You take the floor. I'll make the drop."
"All right." Eggsy Unwin nods. It seems a lifetime ago when he and Roxy were in Kingsman training together--when the then candidate for Agent Lancelot had to overcome an incovenient fear of heights.
Merlin comes through the comms with a Roger that, Lancelot and Galahad to confirm his assent.
"What're you up to after?" Eggsy asks Roxy, while checking his ammo and reloading his service firearm.
Roxy doesn't look up from inspecting her weapons, almost off-handedly replying, "Chicken and beer, maybe." She shrugs on her parachute. "You?"
Eggsy has the gall to look somewhat sheepish. "Well," he waits until Roxy meets his eyes. "I owe Tilde a couple rain checks..."
"This means no chicken and beer for me, doesn't it?" She sighs, but refuses to concede just yet. It's almost that time of the month and the chicken-and-beer craving is an insane compulsion wreaking havoc on her appetite.
Eggsy gives her what she calls his Puss in Boots impersonation.
Merlin's voice comes on again, giving them the countdown.
"Fine." Roxy puts on her helmet. "JB needs some exercise and I miss Daisy anyway." Eggsy owes her big time this time.
"You're the best."
She crosses the short distance to the aircraft door. "Best friend or best agent?"
"Both." Roxy makes the jump to Eggsy's smirk and wink.
Thank you, for flints to the tinder.
For a decade of concrete jungles where dreams are made.
For a decade of dreams made on concrete jungles.