"Close the door behind you," Tequila said as Clover and Eggsy followed him onto the top floor of the bottle-shaped building.
"At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila?" A man who stood staring out the window spoke, a hat similar to Tequila's sitting on his head. "You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown?"
"No, sir," Tequila replied, "I apologise, sir."
The man finally turned to face the newcomers. He had a kind, aged face and introduced himself with a smile, "I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him..." The man took his hat off and threw it across the room. It landed perfectly on the neck of a large champagne bottle, "Calls me Champ."
"Nice to meet you, Sir, I'm Clover and this is Eggsy." Clover said, nodding to Eggsy and the man smiled warmly at her.
"Nice to meet you, too, Little Lady," He replied. "Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins...I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal." Champ gestured to the screen on the opposite end of the table that displayed the live value of Statesman Distilleries that was consistently increasing. "Can you imagine us in the clothing business?" He asked, looking to the empty chair to his right with a chuckle before sitting down at the head of the table with Tequila to his left who had adorned thin aviator-style glasses. Clover raised an eyebrow at Champ's behaviour though she stayed quiet. "Now, how can I help you?"
"First of all, we've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad," Eggsy said and Clover nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, thank you so much, you have no idea how much Galahad means to us."
Champ nodded before frowning, "Wait. You said that you were Galahad?"
Tequila jumped in, "Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle. Comes from Arthurian legend."
Champ raised an eyebrow at Tequila, simply mumbling, "Oh," As he pulled a cigar from his pocket.
"Galahad always said, 'You've got to look at the bigger picture...ask 'why' as well as 'who'," Eggsy said, "So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman...then they've got to be planning something major."
Clover nodded in agreement, "So what do you know?" Champ asked, absentmindedly running the cigar under his nose.
"They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up," Clover answered.
Champagne hummed in thought before turning back to the chair on his right, causing Clover's suspicions to raise even higher and she was put on edge. "We'll look into them. What else?"
"One of our former trainees is working with them," Eggsy told them, "Charlie Hesketh. Total prick." Clover chuckled and nodded in agreement.
"You got any promising leads on him?"
"His ex-girlfriend," Eggsy replied, pulling out his phone, "I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him. And...she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival." He turned the phone, showing a picture of the blonde with a caption reading:
'Time for a very large glass of wine to celebrate GETTING GLASTONBURY TICKETS! 🍸🍸 #partytime #glasto #nostress'
"Oh, good," Champ said, putting his cigar back in its case. "Agent Tequila, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission."
Tequila shook his head in amusement before taking a sip of his drink, "Yes, sir."
"Hold up..." Champ spoke just as Tequila was about to stand. "You feeling okay?"
"I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks," He then turned to the Kingsman, "Galahad, Clover, you ready?"
"Hang on, 'Clover'? Ain't that Nimue to you, Bruv?" Eggsy repeated though he was ignored when Champ pointed towards Tequila.
"Your face...You got.."
Tequila picked up the metal glass he'd been drinking out of and looked at his reflection through it, "What the fuck?" He muttered, Eggsy and Clover looking at him with concern as blue veins were visibly moving up his face from his neck.
Clover rushed to Tequila's side, about to touch his neck but Eggsy was quick to stop her, "Don't touch him, Clove, it could be contagious," She looked at Tequila who sent her a reassuring nod and reluctantly stepped back to her place with Eggsy who laced their fingers together.
"Oh shit," Champ said before ordering, "Head to the sick bay. Have Ginger check you out." Tequila stood moved towards the door, though he didn't get far before Champagne's whistled called for his attention.
"Hey," Tequila looked back at him, "Give her your glasses." Tequila nodded and chuckled the glasses to Clover who caught them with ease. When they looked back to Champ he'd already grabbed a spare pair which he gave to Eggsy.
"Y'all are in luck, put em on," He said, Clover and Eggsy followed his request and took their glasses off, putting the new ones on. "You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office." Champ gestured to the chair to his right where there sat a computer generated man, explaining Champ's prior dodgy behaviour. "Galahad, Nimue, meet Agent Whiskey."
Agent Whiskey gave the pair a salute from his hat. Both Kingsman nodded back. "Well, kids," He began, "Looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My favourite kind of mission. I'm sending my jet to pick y'all up."
After hashing out the detail of how they'd get to Glastonbury, Eggsy and Clover were dismissed and were wandering the halls of the Statesman building.
"I don't like this," Clover mumbled to Eggsy.
"Don't like what?" He asked, confused.
"I don't know...this...being in America with agents we don't know and just as we were getting to know Tequila, we have to go and meet a new one and we're just supposed to trust them all?" She breathed in and Eggsy raised an eyebrow at her, though he had a comforting smile on his lips. "Sorry, this is all just very new and weird and everything with Harry as well-"
"Love, calm down it's okay," Eggsy said soothingly, interrupting her ranting with a chuckle. "It'll all be fine, it always is..." He ran his hands up and down her arms.
"I know, you're right," She admitted, "Just a lot has been going on and and it's so stressful," She sighed, letting her head fall against the wall she had been leaning against for a moment, exposing her neck. Eggsy took quick advantage of his, kissing the exposed skin in what was meant to be a calming gesture, though it did not take long for it to develop into more. Clover's breath caught in her throat and she tilted her head to give him better access. Eggsy smirked against her skin pushing her gently against the wall and pressing his chest against hers.
"We shouldn't be doing this right now," Clover breathed, her hands moving up to grasp his biceps. "Especially here."
"You said you were stressed, Sweetheart..." Eggsy said, moving up to kiss her lips briefly, one hand resting against her waist, the other drifting under her now untucked shirt to run against her skin. Goosebumps followed his fingers and Eggsy watched proudly as the smallest touch from him made Clover's breathing quicken and her eyelids to flutter. "I'm just trying to help..." He went back to kissing her neck and she made no complaint. "Besides," he mumbled, pulling her shirt collar down before nipping and sucking the girl's skin. He may have been cheeky, but he knew she wouldn't want any marks that were too visible. "I've seen how Tequila looks at you."
Clover chuckled and rolled her eyes, "And how's that, exactly?"
Eggsy stopped his attack on her neck and leant over her slightly, looking into her eyes with a soft look in his own. "Like he's got feelings for you," He replied.
Clover, not really believing him, asked, "How would you know?"
"Because," Eggsy began, his eyes darting between hers and her lips with a smile, "It's how I looked at you when I first found myself falling for you."
The girl blushed and looked at the floor for a moment before biting her lip to cover her grin and she wrapped her arms around his neck, his moving to circle around her waist under her shirt. "And how do you look at me now?" She whispered.
"Much the same...Like you're the most precious thing in the world to, though now, I can safely say I'm absolutely head over heels in love with you," Eggsy said before pulling the girl closer and pressing his lips against hers.
"I love you, too," Clover told him, a dreamy look in her eyes that Eggsy didn't think he'd ever be able to get enough of seeing. "I can't believe you're jealous of Tequila, though."
His jaw dropped slightly, before quickly denying it, "I'm not jealous."
"Yes you are," Clover snickered, "You're jealous of the whole rugged, hunky, southerner vibe he's got going on."
"Okay maybe I am...Do you have to call him rugged and hunky though?" He whined with a small pout. Clover giggled, cupping Eggsy's cheeks and drawing him so close to her that any movement would cause their lips to brushed.
"You're my dashing and handsome tailor from the streets of London..." She breathed, nudging her nose with his, "What more could a girl ask for?" This time it was Eggsy's turn to blush. "Besides, wasn't it you that said posh girls like a bit of rough?" Clover smirked.
Eggsy chuckled, dropping his head onto her shoulder, "Oh my days."
She giggled as she recalled something and Eggsy squeezed her waist, "Pre V-Day Arthur once told me we're like lady and the tramp."
"Oh yeah?" Eggsy raised an eyebrow as he chuckled and Clover nodded, "The man was an old git, but I reckon that's a pretty spot on comparison."
Clover began to sway, Eggsy joined her, "He's a tramp," She began to sing under her breath, "But I love him. Yes, even I have got it pretty bad."
Eggsy grinned down at her, "God, I love you so much."
- line clover sings is from 0:26 -
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