A/N: The title of this chapter was originally going to be 'In Which Matt and Foggy get Banned from a Bar' but that didn't fit. Also, this chapter is for eve imyg, who wanted to see something with Matt and Foggy and an attractive woman because of the line ''if there's a stunning woman with questionable character in the room, Matt Murdock is going to find her, and Foggy Nelson is going to suffer'' in the tv show. So here it is, I hope it satisfies the request! Enjoy!

Matt could always tell when an attractive girl was around. It was an unfair fact of life that Foggy had just come to accept. It was like he had a radar for it. Sometimes before Foggy could even order their drinks he was off flirting with some beauty. Foggy honestly didn't understand it.

Of course the girls always ate him up, blind wounded duckling that he was.

Foggy generally didn't get jealous. He was usually too mystified by Matt's ability to find the women to get jealous.

Sometimes though, Matt's 'ability' really sucked. Because he may have had a spot-on radar for beautiful women, but that radar in no way whatsoever detected if said women were single. He'd had to diffuse many-a situation before it resorted to violence. Sometimes however, no matter Foggy's best efforts, violence ensued anyway.

It was a typical Friday evening at Vince's Corner Bar. It was no five-star establishment, but it was cheap and close to campus so a lot of college students chose it as their designated area to hang out.

Matt and Foggy had barely settled in on two bar stools before Matt was chatting it up with a stunning redhead sitting next to him. Foggy simply rolled his eyes, ordering a drink for his friend as well as himself.

If anyone looked at the pair it would've been obvious they were simply flirting. It was apparent that the girl wasn't actually interested, although she was most likely flattered by the attention. Matt could pick up on the subtleties of conversation better than anyone Foggy knew, and he was certainly not going at it the same way he did with other women. The two were just playing, skirting around each other in a dance of sorts, and that should have been apparent to anyone.

Anyone not inebriated that is.

"Hey bozo." A voice called over Matt's shoulder, heavy with intoxication. "Can't you see this lady isn't alone?"

"Actually no, I can't." Matt replied smartly. Foggy loved that razor whit, but sometimes he was too much of a smartass for his own good.

"Are you makin' fun o' me?" The man demanded.

Foggy just watched on in interest, it was always fun to see Matt talk his way out of situations like this. And he was ready to jump in should he be needed.

"Brad, he's blind. It was a joke." The girl defended, obviously annoyed by her boyfriend's behavior. "We should just go." She said this more apologetically to Matt than her boyfriend.

"Oh no, I ain't leaving till I teach this bozo a lesson. He insulted your honor, humiliated me."

"Listen," Matt began, facing the boyfriend with a charismatic smile. "Brad is it? I was simply having a pleasant conversation with your lovely date here. I meant no harm by it."

"Like hell you didn't!" Brad shouted, shoving Matt's shoulders roughly.

"Hey!" Foggy yelled, standing defensively, at the same moment the redhead hissed, "Jesus Brad he's blind!"

"I don't care if he's the church choir boy, he humiliated me." Brad said, shoving Matt again, this time knocking him to the floor.

"The only one humiliating you is yourself!" The girl screamed, attempting to hold Brad back.

The larger man easily shoved her aside, stepping towards Matt, who had just clambered to his feet. Foggy quickly stepped between the two, "That's enough."

"My quarrel ain't with you man, get outta my way."

"Not gonna happen. Listen, we don't want any trouble so I'm just gonna take my friend and leave." Foggy began diplomatically.

"I warned you man." Brad growled, before he wound up his arm and connected his fist solidly with Foggy's nose.

"Ah, God!" Foggy cried, cupping his face as blood began to spill out.

"Brad!" The girl screeched.

"Hey!" Matt shouted, grabbing his cane and brandishing it as a weapon.

"Enough!" A deep male voice broke through the tension and the whole bar fell silent. "I don't tolerate violence in my bar. You three, get outta here, I don't ever wanna see your faces again."

For a moment no one did anything, just stood frozen, feet rooted to the floor.

"Did I stutter?" Vince demanded menacingly, and that got everybody moving. Vince was a big guy and none of them wanted to be on his bad side. Well, more on his bad side.

"Matt come on." Foggy pleaded through his cupped hands.

"Brad leave, now." The redhead demanded, venom in her voice.

Matt swiped a handful of napkins off the counter before gripping Foggy's elbow and expertly navigating them through the crowd and outside. Matt could feel the gazes following him right up until he left the building.

He dragged Foggy a few blocks away before stopping and pressing the napkins to his hand. "Here." He said softly.

Foggy gratefully took the napkins and pressed them to his nose, willing the bleeding to stop. "Are you okay?"

"Asks the bleeding man." Matt sighed back.

"Yeah, I suppose we're both a little worse for wear. You don't think my nose is gonna heal funny do you? I really don't want a crooked nose."

"Your nose isn't broken Foggy."

"Really?" Foggy asked hopefully. "How do you know?"

Matt sighed, "There was no crack. When Brad punched you your nose didn't crack."

"Well that's a relief! Seriously, I would not look good with a crooked nose."

Foggy was trying to lighten the mood but his attempts at humor just made Matt cringe. "Listen Foggy, I'm sorry. It's my fault what happened in there."

"Matt, the only one at fault here is that Brad guy, he totally overreacted."

"Maybe so, but I still feel bad."

"Matt, buddy, I chose to get in the way. You're my best friend, and best friends have each other's backs." Foggy went to clap Matt on the shoulder but thought better of it when he saw the blood glistening all over it. "Speaking of that, were you seriously about to hit that guy with your cane?"

Matt chuckled slightly, "Yeah I think I was."

"What were you thinking man?" Foggy replied with a smile.

"I was thinking that guy just punched my best friend." Matt replied truthfully.

Foggy sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly and a fond expression overtaking his features. He attempted to cheer up the mood once again, "Dude, I've got blood on my shirt. Do you know how epic I feel right now? Like every tough guy in any movie ever, I'm totally there."

And from Matt's genuine laugh Foggy could call it was a job well done.