Peggy had gotten up off her stool and went hunting behind the bar for some hard cider, hopefully something from the West Country or maybe Yorkshire if she was lucky. Settling for a bottle of mass produced something or other, she popper the cap and went back to her seat as he finally broke the balls up.
"You're on the clock, remember," she said, swinging her legs a little as she sipped her cider. "No, all men are wankers, Eggsy. It's just the way of the world..." she sipped her drink again. Should she text Steve about being a little later? She hadn't made her mind up yet how long she'd be.