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statesman part three

while updating harry on what's going on, some country people interrupted the moment.

"how do i look?" harry grins at eggsy and i. we nod.

eggsy starts, "you look-"

"like some faggot lookin for an eye fucking." i turn to see the man, it's a green suit, aren't they supposed to be working? i look behind him, and there is a whole group of them. great, just what we need today. i roll my eyes. the guy makes eye contact with me, "ayeee it's agent rose, looks like i already fucked one of ya." he grins at me.

eggsy tries to get up and throw a punch at him, i quickly grap his chest, "it's not true, ignore him." i whisper to him. he shakes his head, and sits back down. 

"now, why don't cha get out of the bar before i take out your other one?" he grins. i don't know why we call these guys green suits, they don't even dress in suits. it's the classic drunk and high southerner. no suit or manners.

"now is that any way to welcome a visitor from out of town moonshine?" whiskey raises an eyebrow, not fazed by the guys snakry comments.

"okay." the guy crouches to eye level with harry, great. "suck my southern dick, bitch." he basically spits in harry's face.

harry doesn't flinch, "i don't think that's necessary." he gets up. "good day sir." he heads to the door with his umbrella. i raise my eyebrows, confused. eggsy grins and leans back in the booth chair. 

"well what are you ladies waitin' for?" the guy turns back to us. 

harry begins to lock the doors, "manners." click. "maketh." click. "man." and by the time he turned around, the whole green suit group was standing up about to fight. this won't go well. harry needs some refresher training before going straight into fighting.

"do you know what that means?" he asks the group. the guys are silent looking at each other for answers. "very good, then let me teach you a lesson." he hooks onto a glass and attempts to fling it at the middle guy, but he misses by a long shot. whiskey catches it and looks at me, waiting for me to give him the go to fight. it's something we made during training, yeah, it was my suggestion too, because he would start fighting and would get reckless. i shake my head and mouth 'not yet'.

harry doesn't show defeat but instead, "are we going to stand around here all day or are we-" some guy comes up from his sude and punches his face. eggsy and i flinch. 

harry runs into the bar counter and pulls his body up, and swings his umbrella. he puts in a good fight until one of the guys gets ahold of his umbrella and pushes him against the counter, and keeps pushing him into the bar. i nod towards whiskey, who pulls out his lasso, grabbing harry with it. he pulls him to the booth and pats him on the back, "stay here boy." with that whiskey and i jump out of the booth. i turn to eggsy, and kiss him on the cheek, giving him a wink afterwards. time to show off. i pull out my lasso as well and walk towards the men. 

"that is not what i call a kentucky welcome." i shake my head, disappointed. 

"manner maketh man." whiskey repeats what harry said, "let me translate that for you." he grins, and nods towards me. the men charge at the both of us. a guy with a broken beer bottle takes a swing at me. i dodge it, causing him to fall onto the bottle's sharp end.