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FILL: I See, Said the Blind Man (2/6)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-23 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)The juggling helped. It broke some of the tension between them, became a way for Foggy to acknowledge that he knew Matt, really knew him, for the first time and get comfortable with everything that had happened. After Matt gave him that impromptu juggling lesson, it became something that they did frequently when they were alone.
They would juggle across the conference table to pass moments of boredom, or play catch back and forth between their offices, projectiles whizzing past Karen's empty desk, a game. A challenge.
Foggy invested in a basketball hoop for Matt's office and a collection of nerf balls. Karen was bewildered, but Matt explained to her that it was an in joke. She laughed, but clearly didn't get it.
One day, Foggy was sitting in his office working on some paperwork when he heard a sudden cry of "Murdock going for the win!" and watched a baseball, his baseball, go flying past him and into the small garbage can next to his desk, rustling the paper inside as it landed with a satisfying thunk.
"You know that could have hit me!" Foggy yelled.
"Are you gonna throw it back?" Matt asked, laughing.
Foggy was torn. On the one hand, he trusted Matt to catch it or get out of it's way. But on the other hand, a baseball was a lot harder than a ball made of paper or foam. And it was difficult for Foggy to shake off his deep-seated sense that throwing a baseball at a blind person was asking for trouble.
"Come on," Matt said. "Throw it back already!"
So Foggy did. And he flinched as it sailed through the air, letting out a sigh of relief when Matt caught it effortlessly.
"Show off," Foggy muttered, chuckling to himself and knowing that Matt could hear him.
After that, Foggy slowly got used to the idea that, with Matt, nothing was off limits. Which was fine, until Karen walked in a second after a stapler left his hand heading towards Matt. The fact that the smug bastard had let it fall to the floor in front of him like he hadn't seen it coming didn't make Foggy look very good. He doubted that she believed him when he said that it flew out of his hand by accident. He was a terrible liar.
It wasn't until one night at Josie's that Foggy finally got an opportunity to coax Matt further out of his comfort zone and convince him to use his skills outside of the office or a darkened street brawl.
The weather outside was atrocious. Spring had arrived and brought with it a series of thunderstorms of epic proportions, which meant that the bar was empty. Matt and Foggy were the only patrons, the weather having driven everyone else away. They were soaking wet, and, for once, both uninterested in heading their separate ways.
"Aren't you planning on going out tonight?" Foggy asked. "To... you know... do your thing?" Being the only people in the bar meant that the place was eerily quiet. He didn't know if Josie was interested in eavesdropping on them or not, despite the fact that she was on the phone at the other end of the bar.
"No," Matt said softly. "If nobody's here, then nobody will be out there either. Plus, the rain and I don't get along."
"What do you mean?" Foggy asked.
"The rain messes with me," Matt said. "On the one hand, it illuminates things more clearly because I can better hear where everything is, but it also drowns out necessary information. It dampens smells and changes the air pressure. It's beautiful, but it makes things difficult."
"Oh," Foggy said, not sure what to say to that. Matt very rarely talked about things like that with him.
"Alright, gentlemen!" Josie yelled at them as she hung up the phone, "We're closing up! Go home!"
Foggy groaned and Matt sighed. "It's only 7pm," Foggy complained. "Come on, Josie, what gives?"
"My fool son's basement apartment is flooding," Josie said, "and he needs me to help him fish his stuff out and put him up. We're closing early tonight."
"Couldn't we stay until the rain slows?" Matt asked. "We'd be happy to lock the place up for you. You could put any drinks on our tab. You know us, Josie. You can trust us."
Josie snorted. "Say the lawyers," she said. "Professional liars, that's what you boys are."
Foggy gasped in offense and clutched his chest overdramatically. "After all the business we give you?" he asked. "Your best customers?"
Josie just stared.
"Okay," Foggy said, "Your least shady customers?"
"Fine," Josie said, and she took a set of keys off of a large key-ring attached to her belt and threw it to Foggy, who fumbled to catch it. "You stay another hour or two, tops. I'll be double-checking to see if anything's missing or what you drank afterwards, and I expect you to leave me a very generous tip. You pull the gate down and lock up carefully when you're done. Two deadbolts, a padlock on the gate, and the front lock. And you clean up after yourselves."
They nodded. "Absolutely," Matt said. "Thanks, Josie."
"Don't thank me until after I come back at closing time to check that you left everything the way you found it," she said.
And they were alone in the bar.
Foggy smiled at Matt. "So," he said. "Darts?"
"Darts?" Matt asked. "Really?"
"Why not?" Foggy asked. "Nobody's around to see. It's just you and me!"
Matt looked unamused, but he agreed, and before long Foggy was sorry he'd asked his friend to play. Matt's sense of direction and marksmanship were insane. After a couple of rounds, Foggy realized that there was no competition in it. He made Matt stand further and further away from the dartboard, but it didn't seem to matter. And Matt's skill made things less fun for both of them.
"Seriously?" he finally asked. "What the hell? You're not double-bluffing me are you? You're not secretly also aiding the Avengers using the name Hawkeye? You are unreal!" He pulled the three darts firmly sunk into the center target off of the board.
Matt just shrugged at him. "Sorry," he said. "You were the one who told me that you didn't want me to lie anymore."
"Oh," Foggy said. "You are a piece of work, my friend. Fine. Let's play something that you don't have any experience with. Have you ever played pool?"
"No," said Matt with a smile. "Although I should warn you that my dad used to be great at it, before I was born. He used to tell me stories. So there's a chance that I may have inherited his talent."
"Well then," said Foggy, "let's do this."
He taught Matt how to rack the table and gave him a couple of basic pointers on his form, and they started to play. He soon regretted it.
"You're so full of it," he said, frustrated.
"What?" Matt asked innocently.
"You're a pool shark! You never played before? Yeah, right," Foggy said.
"I really have never played before, Foggy," Matt told him. "I guess my particular set of skills just lend themselves to pool. I could see how I have an advantage. My senses are finely attuned to predicting momentum, determining friction, understanding motion. My training helps me understand where the balls are in relation to one another, exactly where to hit them and how much pressure to use to get them to do what I want."
"Okay then," Foggy said. "So we play a game that I'm well-trained for."
"And what game is that?" Matt asked.
"A drinking game!" Foggy yelled with a grin, and hopped the counter to find a bottle.
Foggy won that one. And he did it while still somehow being sober enough to lock up Josie's and see Matt home in the pouring rain before stripping off his wet clothes and collapsing onto the man's couch.
But he resolved that he would have to find something fun to do with Matt that didn't make him feel inadequate and that resulted in less damage to his liver.
Re: FILL: I See, Said the Blind Man (2/6)
(Anonymous) 2015-08-23 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)