Brooklyn, Saturday night

[giveherahand]

Mara, dressed in a skin-tight pair of black leggings and a shirt almost as ugly as Eggsy's terrifying wolf coat under her own leather jacket, glanced over at her date for the night. "Why do you smell like Outer Rim livestock?" she asked as they walked past an obscene number of tattoo shops and whiskey bars

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[myfaireggsy]

"Detention," Eggsy replied, sniffing at himself. But it didn't help that he'd gone numb to the smell after an hour or so of shoveling shit. "Apparently you shouldn't drink in class or flirt with your prof."

[giveherahand]

"And you didn't know that until this morning?" Mara teased.

[myfaireggsy]

"They had beer right there!" That was just asking for trouble. Hitting on Obi-Wan... well, that was just baseline Eggsy.

[giveherahand]

"And the flirting?" Mara asked, arching up an eyebrow.