What? An update? How is this? Well. Hello again. I was overwhelmed by the response to the first chapter so I hope that this next one doesn't disappoint. Stay solid. Oh- and btw, after having actually done some background reading on the comic book characters (Daredevil only really entered my life after the series- sorry), I have gone back and made a few subtle changes in the first chapter to make it a bit more accurate. Bg.97xx
Foggy meandered down the familiar corridors in the block in which his room was. They had nearly finished their second year of college so knowing their way around campus was second nature to both him and Matt by now. He noticed sometimes that Matt could even do it without his cane. As he got closer to their room however, Foggy's eyebrows creased worryingly. He could hear yelling. A lot of yelling. Which seemed to just get louder as he got closer to their room. He hesitated outside the door and 'tried' to avoid eavesdropping.
"I think you need to calm down," he heard Matt say in an unnervingly neutral tone considering the girl's shouts could be heard from the stairwell.
"You did not just say that to me, Matthew Murdock."
Matt laughed. Foggy shook his head- that probably wasn't the wisest thing to do when you were getting assaulted with words. "You've come here and yelled at me for 10 minutes straight because one of your friends saw me exchanging notes with another girl. We were sharing notes."
She scoffed. "I don't believe you. Everyone knows you flirt like no one's business."
"That doesn't mean that I'm cheating on you!" his voice ascended and Foggy's hand hovered over the doorknob, not sure of whether to step in or not. "You're being delusional."
He heard something fly across the room, before the door flew open in front of him and a very angry woman stepped out.
"Hi Franky." She muttered as she stormed off past him down the corridor.
"It's Foggy," he tried to call after her even though he knew it was futile. "Well, bye Elektra!" Foggy shook his head before turning around to enter the room that she had just left. He stepped over the broken mug on the ground and sat timidly on the corner of his bed.
Matt was lying back on his own bed, his arms flung across his face, covering his lens covered eyes. "Why do I do this to myself?"
Foggy shrugged, before remembering himself. "Oh, I shrugged."
Matt sat up and sighed. "That girl has serious anger issues."
"At least she is ridiculously hot?" Foggy offered.
He felt Matt's directionless glare burn a hole through him. "I can't really appreciate that Foggy. As you well know."
"She's also…" he struggled to find the end of his sentence. He didn't really know her that well since she was Matt's friend from Spanish. At a loss for words he said the first thing he could think of. "Greek."
Matt sniggered. "I'm glad that you've been paying attention Foggy."
Foggy rolled his eyes. "Well she's the longest you've been with one girl since I've known you, so she must be doing something right."
"I guess," Matt sighed. If he was being honest, the fact that his record for longest relationship was only 3 months was pretty depressing. His abilities always seemed to get in the way of relationships for him. Matt could always tell if they were lying or keeping something from him. And most of them wanted him to flaunt her on his arm, when he really wasn't very good at the whole commitment thing. His mind was a dark place and he often felt that he didn't want to burden a woman with that.
Foggy paused for a few moments before clapping his hands together and drawing Matt's attention. "You're clearly not having a good night, buddy. But it's okay, because your amazing best friend Foggy Nelson is going to make everything better."
"Ha!" Matt laughed tonelessly. "How exactly are you planning to do that, Foggy?"
"Get you drunk of course!"
Matt sat up and ruffled his hair. "Now that-is not a half bad idea."
Foggy scoffed. "Well of course it isn't, I came up with it. Now let's go. The night is young, and I want to live it up."
Matt leaned over the side of his bed to grab his cane, and then stood up and waited for Foggy to stand in his usual position so that he could grab his elbow. "Let us go, my sturdy wingman."
Foggy raised an eyebrow, and turned to Matt next to him. "Sturdy?"
"I don't know, what I'm saying, I just had a crazy ass Greek girl throw a mug at me."
Foggy smiled as he felt Matt give his elbow a gentle squeeze. "It's going to be a good night, my friend."
Matt and Foggy wandered across the familiar campus to try and find their favourite bar. They were always given cheap drinks there, even when they caused a lot of trouble. Foggy was pretty sure that the only reason that they kept being let in there was because the owner had a massive crush on Matt. This wasn't unusual, and by now, was expected by Foggy. Oh well, it meant they could drink so he wasn't going to complain. As they approached the all too familiar door; Matt's face broke into a massive smile.
"You're smiling already- how can you tell that we're here?" Foggy asked, amazed at the way Matt sensed things.
Matt made a face as if it were obvious. "Please, you can smell this place a mile off."
Foggy took in a deep breath, which evolved into choking on the air. "You sure as hell got that right, buddy."
"Now let's get out of this damned cold and get some alcohol in our systems."
Foggy threw his arm around Matt's shoulder and cheered. "God, I love non-studying, fun Matt."
Matt laughed as he pushed the door open to the vivid smells of the bar. As they were regulars, they were able to recognise all the other regulars too. The 3rd year BA Literature student who was dumped by his medicine studying girlfriend and still wasn't over it. The lesbian couple whose parents still thought that they were 'gal pals'. Jake Adams- another student from their law programme who must spend a hell of a lot more time drinking than reading textbooks. Matt had come to recognise each of their smells, though of course Foggy was unaware of this. This was evident by the way that Foggy sprung into his usual narration.
"Looks like we're not the only Columbia students to roll in tonight. J. A is here- of course. Sally and Georgie are over in a corner booth being all cute and cuddly and shit, Joe is still crying over Tilda. Who would you like to sidle over to tonight?"
Matt grumbled. "I'm not in the mood for them tonight. Can we just pull up to the bar and drink- just you and me?"
"That is never a problem dear Matthew." Foggy guided Matt towards the end two seats at the bar and waited for him to sit down before hopping up on to stool himself. The bartender headed in their direction and gave them a half- smile.
"How drunk you boys looking to get tonight?" he asked leaning on the bar in front of them, and making the pair chuckle.
Matt and Foggy shared a significant look before turning towards to the man addressing them. "As drunk as you'll let us." Foggy smirked.
"I'll help with that."
And oh he did. Drink after drink slammed the bar: whiskey, tequila, Sambuca, rum, jager… shots of different colours, strengths- the only thing they had in common was that they were quickly sending Matt and Foggy down the path of not remembering a single minute of this in the morning. Their laughs got louder, the causes for them more ridiculous, and everyone else was enjoying the sight. Although the two young men were often at the bar; Matt was always sensible with his drink, and this was most definitely the messiest he had ever been.
Foggy cracked up as he wrapped Matt's scarf around both of them, and leant his forehead against his best friend's.
Matt pulled a disgusted face and pulled away suddenly, nearly throwing himself of a stool. "Please don't kiss me Foggy. I'm pretty sure that I'd never get the taste out my mouth."
Foggy punched his arm in response, causing Matt to let out an audible 'ouch.'
Matt giggled like a teenage girl, rubbing his arm stupidly. "You just hit me."
"Yeah I did." Foggy tried to keep a straight face but didn't manage for very long. Then he suddenly went serious again. "Let's talk about life."
"Life?"
"Yeppppp." Foggy drew out as he rested his head on the bar drunkenly. "Life, the universe and everything. Let's talk about all the big things."
Matt followed Foggy's actions and also rested his head on the bar. "What do you want to say?"
Foggy took in a deep breath, but no question followed it. He started to nod off, and Matt did too. The barman stood over the two, chuckling but making no move to wake them. He flicked his eyes round, before taking out his phone to take a picture of the two. Just as he was about to, Matt's phone went off, repeatedly announcing that 'Elektra' was trying to contact him. Both Matt and Foggy were startled and shot up, laughing like idiots again about the fact that they fell asleep.
Foggy snorted. "You should probably answer that."
Matt fumbled through his pocket until he pulled out his phone and clicked the green button.
"Hey babe."
'Babe?' Foggy mouthed to the barman before going back to staring at Matt incredulously. He must be really really plastered.
"You were right. I'm sorry."
"Matt, apologising? Yep- he's drunk."
"You're amazing, you know that right? Especially when you do that really hot thing where you"-
At this point Foggy had the good sense to avert his hearing and try to hide his blush from hearing the details of Matt and Elektra's sex life.
"You want me to come over?"
Matt grabbed Foggy's attention again by gently shaking his shoulder. "Do you mind if I go to Elektra's?"
Foggy shook his head, and the action made his head pound even more than it already was.
"I'll be there in a bit. Yep. Love you too, El."
He turned his phone off and very slowly went to rise from the stool he occupied. Foggy automatically followed his action; even when drunk he was concerned about his friend.
"Do you want me to walk you there? I mean, we've both drunk waaaayyyy too much to go in a straight line, and you can't see where you're going anyway."
"I'll be fine. I just need to get my bearings."
"Matt, don't be ridiculous- I'm walking you."
He rolled his eyes behind his dark lenses, and held out his arm ready to grab an elbow. "Okay, dad."
The two wandered back through the streets, Matt reminding Foggy every 2 seconds where Elektra lived. They stumbled along the pavement, stopping at each crossing like they'd done an emergency stop. Both of them tripped up multiple times, then proceeded to act like fools. Every so often, Foggy would tell Matt about something they were passing or a weird look that a person gave them. Matt was, due to his current lack of sobriety, unable to focus his senses on anything, so he was heavily relying on his friend, although he was as sober as he was, to guide him through New York's streets to his girlfriend's apartment. Suddenly his senses kicked in when he could smell her perfume, however.
Matt came to a stop in front of the apartment building, Foggy tripping up and falling into the back of him.
"Why'd you stop?"
"Because"- he stopped himself. He shouldn't know where they are.
"Where even are we?" Foggy mumbled before getting a look at the address on the wall. "Well, would you look at that- we're here! That was a conveniently timed zone-out moment Murdock."
Matt smiled, and Foggy returned the gesture.
"You can leave me here, Foggy. I know my way to her apartment."
"I'm sure you do." he scoffed. He paused for a moment, hesitating to say the words he wanted to. Matt cut the tension with his own words.
"Thanks for being so understanding, pal. I'll see you tomorrow." He turned around and headed towards the doors that marked the entrance to the apartment complex. As his hand met the handle, Foggy stopped him.
"Hey Matt. You be careful."
"Oh shit, that's a good point. Have you got any condoms on you?"
Foggy was taken aback but rummaged through his pockets anyway as he shook his head in despair. "That's not quite what I meant."
Matt's hands rested on the top of his cane as his face fell into a confused look. "What did you mean?"
Foggy sighed, shrugging aimlessly. "I don't know. There's something about this girl that just seems a bit dangerous."
"I can look after myself, Foggy."
Foggy shook off Matt's ignoring of his message, but smiled. "No you can't," he exclaimed as he pushed a condom into Matt's hand.
Matt shrugged in response. "Probably true. Thanks."
"Anytime."
Foggy waited until Matt had gone inside and began to 'walk' back to their place. The alcohol, though very much still in his system, had started to affect him less. Well, enough so that he managed to get back to campus in one piece, trip up the stairs and fall into his and Matt's room.
Well that was quite a night.
It was just a little bit of a pity that he didn't remember a damn thing in the morning.
No 2- done! Please review and let me know how you feel about this. I know a lot of people write Matt x Foggy friendship so it's hard not to copy some elements, but I hope this has some originality and worth. So yeah, drop a little review in the box below. In the next chapter, I'm going to write about one of Foggy's girls rather than Matt's which I'm quite looking forward to, so please subscribe if you think you'd like to read it. Everything is appreciated. Love BG.97 (: xx