in re nelson v the nexus, ltd

[aguacateatlaw]

Foggy had presumed that this particular hallucination was simply the result of too little sleep and too much stress so after repeatedly trying to put the whole thing to bed for the past several days, he resigned himself to the fact that either A) he had actually gone insane, which would affect his ability to practice law to some great extent or B) The Nexus was a real place, removed from New York and Hell's Kitchen and anything familiar.

Foggy had never particularly been enamored of insanity as a legal construct but contemplating it as an actual medical condition was a hell of a lot more frightening. He decided the cure for said insanity was going to be to drink, a lot, and had taken himself down to the Smoking Room to do that exact thing. It wasn't his usual place, no, but since that was currently unavailable to him, he needed to take advantage of the next best thing.

It really had to be stress. He was carrying as many secrets as a parish priest the week before Easter and there was a reason he'd never been interested in being a priest. While being an attorney meant carrying a number of secrets, there were ways to divulge those secrets through discovery and arguments and to purge one's self of that burden. Hell, as an attorney, he could confess to his priest and be covered both ethically and legally. But being a priest, or, apparently, Matt Murdock's best friend, meant carrying secrets he couldn't tell to anyone. It meant carrying things he'd never share with another soul.

"Keep 'em coming. Just leave the bottle, actually," Foggy said, plunking some cash down on the bar in front of him. "Might as well just finish it, at this point."

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[matt_murdock]

"Speaking from experience, I'd have to agree," Matt says, and lifts a hand for the bartender. They're good here, and already getting to know him. His scotch is poured without his even having to ask.

"So I'm guessing you haven't been here that long if you're still in the 'drink away the visions' phase," he continues as he automatically feels for the cool curve of his glass, just for show.

[aguacateatlaw]

"I just showed up. I was working late and I decided to go out for some tacos when boom, this place," Foggy said. He was talking with his hands because he'd been friends with Matt long enough that he simply forgot he was blind half the time. No wonder, when Matt had some kind of hot woman radar.

"What about you? Same thing, I'm assuming?" Matt wasn't missing back home, though, so Foggy wondered how long he could have possibly been here to have gotten used to the place.

[matt_murdock]

"Pretty much," Matt agrees. "A few months back. Less tacos, although they do have them in the restaurant here every Tuesday."

He takes a sip, licks the scotch from the corner of his mouth, and tries to look as if his next questions are truly as casual as they sound. "Did you get the whole front desk, magic hotel spiel? When are you from, anyway?"

As nice as it would be to have a Foggy who knew nothing about Daredevil, Matt doesn't know if he's up to choosing between guilt over Foggy being hurt, or guilt over opting to be a big, fat liar. Both flavors taste like shit, from his recollection.

[aguacateatlaw]

"Yeah, I got the welcome tour and everything, so I'm set. Last thing I remember, we were all trying to make sense of those documents Marcy leaked us," Foggy said. It felt a little hazy since he'd been drinking but he was reasonably sure that this whole hallucination was the result of working late nights.

"But I've been drinking, so. Your mileage may vary."