A/N: it's been…a really long time since I've written anything and my first time writing anything for Daredevil. I don't own anyone. If there are any formatting issues please let me know. I wrote and uploaded this from my phone. I do have plans for at least one more chapter.
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Snowed in and with the power out, they'd dragged their furniture around, Foggy guiding Matt as he moved the heavier dressers, and made the biggest fort they could. The beer in the fridge joined them in the fort. While it didn't make a difference to him, Matt had bought a small battery-powered lantern, which he settled in what felt like the middle of the fort. He heard a series of clicks; Foggy had turned the lantern on. They talked about holiday plans and general gossip.
Foggy clicked his bottle against his front teeth. "What?" Matt asked. In the lantern light he seemed too focused on Foggy.
"I was thinking," Foggy started. "I was thinking maybe there should be lanterns like this throughout campus." Matt tilted his head. He seemed to be considering it.
"Batteries," he said, opening another beer. "The cost of batteries would drive tuition up." A fair point.
"What if we…" Three sharp knocks interrupted Foggy and he dragged himself from the warmth of the fort. The room was freezing with the heat out. "Hey Mandy!"
"This is disgusting," she said, thrusting a case of beer at him. With that she turned on her heel and retreated to her room. Foggy shrugged. Free booze is free booze. He returned to the warmth of the fort with less grace than he would have liked, but between what he'd drank and what he was carrying it was a small miracle he didn't pull a blanket down.
"We got more beer, buddy!" he said. Matt grinned and accepted the can Foggy held out for him. Their debate was forgotten as they tasted the new beer and discussed its merits and flaws, both of them using words they were sure meant something else but not caring.
Neither of them would remember much of the conversation after that. Snippets of drunken discussion, misused words slurred over each other.
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Foggy dragged himself from the blanket fort the next morning, making a futile and totally false promise to never drink again. He made it halfway to the bathroom when he saw the bright pink sheet of paper that had been slipped under their door. Mandy's bubbly writing stared back at him in bold black lines. 'I don't know what you were talking about and I don't know if I want to know but you yelled "Now you listen here you fucking cumslut you have been found guilty!" Mandy'. Foggy frowned. He had no memory of saying that or saying much of anything last night. He set the paper on top of the blankets and shook his head. Maybe Matt would remember.