Eggsy watched you argue with another girl in a pub, who was much taller than you. She started to push you and you pushed back, pushing her into the bar. "You fucking little slag, who the fuck do you think you are?" she called after you as you fled the bar, flashing her your middle finger before slamming the pub door behind you.
You'd managed to snag her car keys from her purse, and luckily her car was parked right outside. You unlocked the car and threw off your heels, discarding them on the pavement. Getting into the car, you turned the key and pressed the horn a few times, before starting to do circles in the middle of the road.
The girl ran outside, screaming nonsense at you as you drive off, again giving her your middle finger as you sped up the street in her Volkswagen Beetle.
Eggsy couldn't help but follow your path, as you were just like him when he was young and troubled, just that you were female. He watched on as the police caught up to you and you had reached a dead end, soon deciding just to crash into the police car instead.
You woke up in the police station, horrid grey walls around you and on a cold bed. The officer last night told you that you basically had a 18 month sentence waiting for you. You sighed, rubbing your head as you pressed a buzzer to alert them for assistance. An officer appeared at your cell, unlocking it and letting you out. "You're a lucky lady, Miss Y/L/N." The officer said, waiting for you to get out of the cell before closing it behind you and waling you to the front of the station. "Someone come to bail you out. Just stay out of trouble, will you." he huffed, retrieving your belongings and hurrying you out of the station.
You were so confused as to why someone would want to bail you out, but you was grateful nonetheless, whoever they was. As you walked down the stairs, you heard someone call your name. You turned to see a man, around your age, dressed to the nines in a posh-looking suit and glasses. "Yeah?" you replied, folding your arms over your chest. What did some posh git want to do with you? Eggsy smiled at you, you was just like he was when he was in that situation.
"I saw what happened last night, and I want to offer you a position at my workplace." he said, offering his hand. "Eggsy." he introduced himself, as you hesitantly shook his hand.
"A job? Doin' what?" you replied, shaking your head. "I nearly got put in fucking prison and you want to give me a job?" you scoffed.
"I'll show you, if you accept my offer, that is." he continued walking, motioning you to follow him, which you did. "Fine, I'll go with you. This better be bloody good." you huffed, catching up with him so you were beside him.
"You won't regret this, Y/N. I promise." he smiled, more to himself. If Kingsman could change his life, it could change yours too.
