As with most night time weather around winter in Britain it was cold and wet. Harry had the unfortunate pleasure of having his mode of transport break down three blocks from his home, as he was travelling back after a two month mission in a place near the centre of Australia which wasn't nearly as delightful as he had been told about. He was suffering from horrible jetlag and an ever more horrid mood.
He grumbled deeply to himself, having taken off his glasses a block back as the contrast between the damp climate and his warm breath made them fog terribly. Also Merlin's snippy comments in his ear about having to make an 'Outback gentlemen's' outfit that both fit in with loose shirts and shorts that everyone else wore in outback Australia but also covered all his body parts from bullets and sunburn, had not only gotten on his nerves but decided to ride them like a mechanical bull. Despite necessity of the Australian clothes he was glad to be back in his usual bespoke suit, stinging though it may be on his sensitive skin.
He was jolted from his annoyances as a young man crashed into him, "Oh sorry bruv, di'n' see you vere, 'orrid weaver you know?" he rubbed his hands up and down Harry's arms, swiftly picking almost everything out of his outer coat pockets. As he went to make his departure Harry's free hand, now missing his signet ring, darted out to catch the young man's wrist, "I'll have my things back thank you very much." He said plainly, catching the boy's eye with his own. In return there was a muffled harrumph and a hand holding out his ring, watch and wallet, "Yes that's a very good start but I want all of it back thank you." Soon after a much more understandable voice replied, "Look mate, some of us don't have much of a choice how we make our living, now you're the very first to ever catch me, and while I'd look to nick that very expensive stick from your arse I can't, and I've got to living somehow." They had a tense moment of silence before he harrumphed again, emptying his pockets, "I will give your phone back on one condition, you call me later and take me out for a drink. You're a fit bloke mate, stick and all." He handed the phone over, one new contact in titled, 'Date: Call me" before disappearing into the night.
"Hello?"
"Yeah guv? Wha' can I do you for?"
"It's the man you nearly robbed blind the other night, Harry. Harry Hart."
"Oh right! I didn't think you'd actually call. You aren't calling to have me arrested are ya?"
"No of course not!"
"Ok good, I'm Eggsy by the way, Eggsy Unwin."
"Lovely. Eggsy, I was wondering if you were busy tonight. I thought I might interest you in going out for a pint."
"Yeah sure, name a time and place and I'll be there."
"Black Prince, 8 o'clock?"
"Perfect, see you then guv
