There’s a familiar lull after saving the world, a sense of satisfaction in a job well done. Harry would have celebrated with a glass of whatever he happened to find in his liquor cabinet, but as he hadn’t had anything alcoholic for nearly three years, it seemed best to hold off on that for the time being.
Eggsy, in contrast, seems to be downing shot after shot, raising his hands as the Statesman and Roxy cheer him on, Merlin shaking his head beside Harry, with Ginger putting a hand on Merlin’s arm and laughing. The bar’s booths are strewn with glasses of varying sizes, along with trays of chips—fries—and takeaway, albeit with no burgers in sight, though Harry couldn’t blame anyone after what they uncovered in Poppy’s lab.
Harry watches as Tequila says something to Eggsy, throwing in a wink, and tries ignore the sharp twist in his chest, especially when Eggsy flushes dark red, glancing downwards. Luckily, Whiskey comes forward, gently pushing Tequila off to the side, but the relief Harry decidedly does not feel is immediately squashed when Whiskey leans in, hand on Eggsy’s shoulder, whispering in Eggsy’s ear.
Eggsy looks up at him, surprise flooding across his face, then his lips move: you serious?
Whiskey nods, and Eggsy seems to consider something before touching Whiskey’s shoulder and gesturing to the door.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
For the sentence starters game: Hartwin and ” you’re jealous, aren’t you? ” Please
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