This turned out to be a bit of a mini-chapter since the next one is turning out to be pretty big in both size and content. Enjoy!
It was two days after Foggy got out of the hospital that Marci called him. Foggy had been confined to his apartment by Karen, Matt, and doctor’s order, and already he was getting a bit restless. This being said, when the opening chords to Baracuda started issuing from his phone, he was glad for the distraction.
“Hey Marc,” greeted upon accepting the call. They had talked on and off since he left L&Z and though he was loath to admit it, there were times that Foggy almost missed her.
“Foggy bear! You’re alive!”
“And with only one new hole in my side to show for it,” Foggy leaned back into his couch. “What drove you to call me up? Finally giving Nelson and Stahl some consideration?”
“Please,” Marci snorted, “Like you could afford me. I’m calling to see if you got the message with my get-well present.”
Foggy frowned, “Your what now?”
Marci snickered over the line; Foggy had a bad feeling about this already. “Oh you know, just a little something you should’ve gotten a few nights ago. You might have felt a bit hot under the collar?”
“Something I should have- Marci. Marci, no.”
The snickers coming through the speaker on Foggy’s speaker turned into outright cackles.
“Marci, did you give me a wet dream?!”
Marci’s continued laughter was an answer in itself.
“You utter harpy!”
It took a long time for Marci’s laughter to die out, all the while Foggy fumed with well-deserved rage.
“Oh, Foggy- whew! It wasn’t like I put anything new in your subconscious! I just… nudged some stuff forwards and your brain ran with it. I didn’t even to stick around to see the show.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why!”
“Professionally or personally?”
Foggy let out a noise of irritation. “Both! Why not? Entertain me.”
“OK, so first off? Anyone could tell you got a boat-load of lust for that boy. Bringing it to a peak was just too good to pass up and easy to boot. And the fact that the object of your temptation is Satan himself? That just looks good on my resume.”
“I hate you,” Foggy moaned, “That makes sense and I hate you for that.”
“Oh shush,” came Marci’s static-y response, “Just be glad you have high standards. It was far from the most disturbing dream I’ve had to plant.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I was never aiming for that. Let’s also not brush over the fact that I refuse to have the best lay of my seventh time in law school go down with some bullshit unrequited lust that’s never acted on. “
“The best? Seriously?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Columbia’s got a pretty rigorous law curriculum this century; I was busy even without all of the… future investments I was making at the time. You were hardly at the top of my list of priorities.”
“You make me feel so loved,” Foggy said, voice dry as a bone.
“Hm, I’ll have to fix that then. And I know someone you could try—”
“No.”
“Come on! Take one for the team, Nelson!”
“There’s an obvious conflict of interest, Stahl. I’d bet everything that’s still mine that if I did happen to lose my very shaky grip on sanity right now and actually decide to pursue Matt you’d get a promotion or something.”
“Hey, a few positions have opened up Down Under. I’ve been topside so long I think I’m going native. You know what happened to the last demon that did that? He botched Armageddon itself!”
“Good for him. My point still stands, Matt is going to own my soul for all of eternity in a matter of time! It’d make for an awkward relationship! I’m not letting you use my sex life as a resume-building exercise.”
“You’re nothing outside of the box, Foggy bear,” Marci purred, her mind obviously set on something. Oh no, Foggy recognized this tone. It was the same tone Marci used every time she made a clearly bad idea seem plausible enough for Foggy to go through it.
“No,” Foggy cut her off. “I’m not doing this. I’m hanging up.”
And Foggy did. However, even after his thumb hit the ‘end call’ button, Marci’s voice still rang through the speaker.
“OK, you don’t want to hear me out for some ineffable reason but I am going to tell you one thing before I go. Consider it a freebie.”
Here, Marci’s voice dropped into a low, serious tone that Foggy hadn’t heard for a very long time.
“For whatever reason Matt’s got his sights set on you, anyone who’s anyone downstairs knows that. Use that wisely. But also, be careful of what that comes with. Take care of yourself.”
Finally, Marci’s voice cut off, and in the silence, Foggy was left to ponder just what she had meant.
Applied Contract Law, 6.5/?
It was two days after Foggy got out of the hospital that Marci called him. Foggy had been confined to his apartment by Karen, Matt, and doctor’s order, and already he was getting a bit restless. This being said, when the opening chords to Baracuda started issuing from his phone, he was glad for the distraction.
“Hey Marc,” greeted upon accepting the call. They had talked on and off since he left L&Z and though he was loath to admit it, there were times that Foggy almost missed her.
“Foggy bear! You’re alive!”
“And with only one new hole in my side to show for it,” Foggy leaned back into his couch. “What drove you to call me up? Finally giving Nelson and Stahl some consideration?”
“Please,” Marci snorted, “Like you could afford me. I’m calling to see if you got the message with my get-well present.”
Foggy frowned, “Your what now?”
Marci snickered over the line; Foggy had a bad feeling about this already. “Oh you know, just a little something you should’ve gotten a few nights ago. You might have felt a bit hot under the collar?”
“Something I should have- Marci. Marci, no.”
The snickers coming through the speaker on Foggy’s speaker turned into outright cackles.
“Marci, did you give me a wet dream?!”
Marci’s continued laughter was an answer in itself.
“You utter harpy!”
It took a long time for Marci’s laughter to die out, all the while Foggy fumed with well-deserved rage.
“Oh, Foggy- whew! It wasn’t like I put anything new in your subconscious! I just… nudged some stuff forwards and your brain ran with it. I didn’t even to stick around to see the show.”
“That still doesn’t tell me why!”
“Professionally or personally?”
Foggy let out a noise of irritation. “Both! Why not? Entertain me.”
“OK, so first off? Anyone could tell you got a boat-load of lust for that boy. Bringing it to a peak was just too good to pass up and easy to boot. And the fact that the object of your temptation is Satan himself? That just looks good on my resume.”
“I hate you,” Foggy moaned, “That makes sense and I hate you for that.”
“Oh shush,” came Marci’s static-y response, “Just be glad you have high standards. It was far from the most disturbing dream I’ve had to plant.”
“You’re not helping.”
“I was never aiming for that. Let’s also not brush over the fact that I refuse to have the best lay of my seventh time in law school go down with some bullshit unrequited lust that’s never acted on. “
“The best? Seriously?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. Columbia’s got a pretty rigorous law curriculum this century; I was busy even without all of the… future investments I was making at the time. You were hardly at the top of my list of priorities.”
“You make me feel so loved,” Foggy said, voice dry as a bone.
“Hm, I’ll have to fix that then. And I know someone you could try—”
“No.”
“Come on! Take one for the team, Nelson!”
“There’s an obvious conflict of interest, Stahl. I’d bet everything that’s still mine that if I did happen to lose my very shaky grip on sanity right now and actually decide to pursue Matt you’d get a promotion or something.”
“Hey, a few positions have opened up Down Under. I’ve been topside so long I think I’m going native. You know what happened to the last demon that did that? He botched Armageddon itself!”
“Good for him. My point still stands, Matt is going to own my soul for all of eternity in a matter of time! It’d make for an awkward relationship! I’m not letting you use my sex life as a resume-building exercise.”
“You’re nothing outside of the box, Foggy bear,” Marci purred, her mind obviously set on something. Oh no, Foggy recognized this tone. It was the same tone Marci used every time she made a clearly bad idea seem plausible enough for Foggy to go through it.
“No,” Foggy cut her off. “I’m not doing this. I’m hanging up.”
And Foggy did. However, even after his thumb hit the ‘end call’ button, Marci’s voice still rang through the speaker.
“OK, you don’t want to hear me out for some ineffable reason but I am going to tell you one thing before I go. Consider it a freebie.”
Here, Marci’s voice dropped into a low, serious tone that Foggy hadn’t heard for a very long time.
“For whatever reason Matt’s got his sights set on you, anyone who’s anyone downstairs knows that. Use that wisely. But also, be careful of what that comes with. Take care of yourself.”
Finally, Marci’s voice cut off, and in the silence, Foggy was left to ponder just what she had meant.