To become a fine Gentleman

To Lancelot

Sunlight filled the car as my father opened the passenger side door of his sleek black car. The sound of my heels clicked as a stood on the cement sidewalk.

" He should be right inside." My father said resting a hand lightly on my left shoulder.

" This is the one father?" I asked with a smile and looked at the curtained window of the pub. The Black Prince.

" He is." He replied. Taking a deep breath I pushed my body forward placed my hand on the cold fake medal handle on the darkly painted door and pulled it open. The pub was empty beside one gentleman. His head turned to see my father and I walking inside. A navy blue baseball cap covered his chocolate brown hair His blue eyes stared at us as we advanced closer to him. He rested his back against the dark wood that created the back of the booth and adjusted his navy blue and grey sleeved jacket. Underneath that he wore a grey sweater with light blue and white stripes across the chest. The bottom of his bootcut jeans covered the the top part of his high cut black sneakers. My father removed himself from my side and walked over to the bartender and orded drinks. I turned back to the man and he winked at me. If looks could kill I would have just dropped dead. I blushed slightly and remembered I was wearing my black business skirt, my white button down shirt, my black blazer and my short black heel boots that stopped right above my ankle. I cleared my throat and walked back over to the booth and sat down with the man and my father soon followed and placed a Guinness in front of me.

" You again." The man spoke and looked at my father.

" It's a pleasure to finally meet you. My father you have already met as you just showed and he has told me a lot about you." I stated and took a sip of my drink.

" Who are you love?" He spoke and looked at me. He seemed slightly worried.

" We don't intend you any harm Eggsy. My name is Jessica. Jessica Hart. And you are a perfect example of what we are looking for." I looked at Eggsy trying to ease him.

" A perfect example of what?" He asked.

" A replacement." I spoke.

" What's the job?" He asked and leaned forward slightly. Before he could answer the pubs doors flew open and there stood five men. I tapped the small button on the side of my glasses and identified one of the men as Eggsys Stepbrother.

" What the fuck you doing here?! You taking a piss?!" He pointed at Eggsy and walked forward with his gang.

" Some more examples of young men who simply need a silver suppository." My father said looking at Eggsy and a small smirk grew on my lips.

" Na, they're exceptions come on." Eggsy said and nodded towards the door.

" Nonsense we haven't finished our drinks." My father said taking a sip of his drink.

" After you nicked his car Dean says your fair game. And he don't give a shit about what your mum says." A man growled in Eggsys face. I sighed and looked at my father.

" Listen boys." The all turned to face my father.

" We have had rather an emotional day. So what ever your beef with Eggsy is and I'm sure it's well founded." He turned to look at Eggsy and then back at the men.

" We'd appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace until we finish these lovely pints of Guinness." My father said as he took another sip of his drink.

" You should get out of the way granddad, or you'll get hurt and all." Eggsys stepbrother said looking at my father.

" He ain't joking you should go." Eggsy said looking at us with worry filled eyes. I looked back at him and he nodded softly. I turned to my father and he sigh. He stooded and helped me up and we walked through the men. Once we had reach the end of the bar a man spoke.