The rush of water from the tap nearly masked the heart beat coming down the hall. Matt turned off the water and cocked his head. After listening a moment, he turned the water back on and settled for tracking the footsteps as they headed for his front door. "Come on in, Fog," he called.
"Hey buddy," Foggy said, letting himself in Matt's apartment. A rush of air and scent from the hall swirled through the apartment as Foggy shut the door.
"Hey Foggy," Matt replied, "Did I forget to be somewhere?" He rinsed out a coffee cup, sniffed it to make sure it was clean, and set it aside in the draining rack.
"No, you're good. I'd say you're paranoid about missing something, but considering past experience," fabric shifted in a shrug. Foggy set a box down on the counter. The box jingled with the distinctive sound of clinking glass. "Mazel tov!"
Matt grinned, running a plate under the water next. "I'm Catholic, not Jewish."
"Pshaw," Foggy said, flopping a hand in dismissal. "It's all in the family, right?...No really, I am right, right? That's how that works."
"Something like that," Matt said with a sideways nod. "Though it's a little more complicated." He sniffed the plate, no sign of any food or soap left.
Foggy huffed a laugh. "Any family that's millennia old is going to be complicated." He spread his arms out. "It's weird that you check your dishes like that, by the way."
Now Matt huffed a laugh, turning off the water and pulling out a dish rag. "What's up with the glasses?"
"Remember a couple of weeks ago when I got a little inebriated and broke some of your glasses? I promised I'd get you new ones, well here they are! I saw them in the store and immediately thought of you." He tapped the box. His heart said truth, but there was something more to it than that.
"Thanks, Fog," Matt said. "It's nice to know that if my social life suddenly increases beyond you and Karen and all of you show up at my place at the same time, we can all drink a glass of water, if we so choose."
"Exactly my man!" Foggy said, pointing to Matt. "In fact I think we should have a drink now, break them in so to speak." Foggy pulled open the box, ripping through tape and pulling out two glasses. "I'll wash them out you pick the choice of the hour, what are we going to drink?"
Matt smiled and stepped over to the fridge to make room for foggy at the sink. "I have some beers in the fridge. Are they big enough to hold a full beer?"
"Let's find out!" Foggy said over the rush of water as he turned the faucet back on and rinsed the new glasses out from any manufacturing gunk.
"Don't forget to use soap," Matt said when he heard Foggy reach for the faucet without smelling the detergent.
"Fine," Foggy grumbled, "Considering the number of dumpsters you've landed in, I'd think a new glass wouldn't be anything." The scent of soap filled the air and moment later chased the wash water into the drain and the pipes below. Fabric rubbing against wet glass as Foggy dried off the glasses and set them on the table. Matt opened the bottles and Foggy poured them out handing one to Matt.
"Perfect size for a beer, man," Matt said clinking his glass against Matt's. "Cheers."
"Cheers Foggy, thanks for the glasses," Matt said. They felt like simple and plain pint glasses, narrow at the bottom and wider at the top. There was some pattern work on the one he was holding but he couldn't make out exactly what the pattern was. It didn't really matter. Instead he was going to worry about spending the afternoon with his best friend.
A few weeks later and Karen came over to help Matt prepare an opening statement for a case.
"Want something?" Matt asked, already pulling out a beer for himself from the fridge.
"Ah, sure, actually," Karen said. Fabric brushed against her coat as she looked in his direction. "How about another one of what you're having? I think we're going to need it."
Matt huffed a laugh. "Yeah, this one's going to be tough, the evidence is pretty much stacked against us."
"We'll get through it, we always do," Karen said, that small smile in her voice that Matt heard sometimes even though he couldn't see it.
Matt pulled out two of the glasses that Foggy had bought him to replace the broke ones. Foggy went to the effort to get them so Matt might as well use them. His thumb ran over part of the design on the glass, all the glasses had some sort of design on them. He still wasn't sure what it was exactly, but hadn't put the time in to figure it out. It didn't really matter since he couldn't see it anyway.
"You pour," Matt said as he placed the glasses down between him and Karen.
Karen huffed a laugh. "Where did you get those?" she asked picking one of them up.
"Foggy gave them to me, why?" Matt asked, suddenly suspicious of the design on the glasses. He picked one up and started running his fingers over the design trying to decipher it.
Karen laughed again, and this time when she spoke, Matt could hear the strain of a very wide smile. "Well, for starters, they're bright pink, as in the glass is bright pink. The glass you're holding says "I'm the princess' and has a unicorn on it." She paused, looking at her own, then she moved around to the cupboards and checked on the others. "Yeah, they all have variations on the same theme."
Matt, set his glass back down on the counter and hung his head. "Dammit Foggy."
A/N: Hope people are handling quarantine all right. I'm going to try and post more things to help with the boredom. If you have any requests let me know and I'll see what I can do.
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