Eggsy was also headed towards Mitchell's. Not because he was missing his mum and Daisy so much, it was like a physical ache (although it was) and definitely not because he'd spent the afternoon reading through Harry's old mission reports. Okay, so, he had done that, but it wasn't why he was going to the pub. Not really. He just fancied a pint or three. Or sixteen. Or whatever was going.
He spotted Peggy up ahead of him just as she turned onto the street where the pub was and whistled, a loud high-pitched shrill noise that bounced off the surrounding buildings and seemed to annoy blue Jake's big weird dragon-thing that had been resting nearby. At least, that was what it sounded like, anyway. "Fuck me, that's one grumpy bollocks," he muttered to himself, ignoring the screeches.
"OI! PEGGY! WAIT UP, YEAH?" he called out, even as he picked up his speed to catch up with her.