[In the society Gabriel comes from, those kept in cages would be both lucky and rare if they enjoyed it. In that sense, this environment isn't so much of a shock to him. If people want to play at torture and get their cocks stroked afterwards for being such good boys, let them. It's only a game. But Gabriel wonders more about the ones who won't enjoy it. The ones who'd rather have their knees broken than get to them in front of someone else.
There seems to be so little holding this social balance in place, he can't understand why it hasn't fragmented into something much more bloody, vicious and real long before now.
But that's what he intends to find out. Just as he intends to find a way out of it all, and a way home, where there may be war and torture and endless, pointless death, but there are also the few things he still loves.
For now though, a drink, and a chance to watch who spills into and out of the bar. He's seen Eggsy down three drinks without their apparently touching the sides before he joins him, sliding onto the next stool. His accent is soft, french, his hand held up to stop the barman filling the request.]
Can I-?
[Leaning forward, he murmurs a name to the bartender, who nods and goes back to making the drink. Gabriel smiles.]
Forgive me, but if you're making this kind of commitment to a drink, it should be a better one.
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There seems to be so little holding this social balance in place, he can't understand why it hasn't fragmented into something much more bloody, vicious and real long before now.
But that's what he intends to find out. Just as he intends to find a way out of it all, and a way home, where there may be war and torture and endless, pointless death, but there are also the few things he still loves.
For now though, a drink, and a chance to watch who spills into and out of the bar. He's seen Eggsy down three drinks without their apparently touching the sides before he joins him, sliding onto the next stool. His accent is soft, french, his hand held up to stop the barman filling the request.]
Can I-?
[Leaning forward, he murmurs a name to the bartender, who nods and goes back to making the drink. Gabriel smiles.]
Forgive me, but if you're making this kind of commitment to a drink, it should be a better one.