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Repost - The oldest profession in the world, gen/any
(Anonymous) 2015-08-18 05:57 am (UTC)(link)From Round 2http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/1296.html?thread=2627088#cmt2627088
Re: Repost - The oldest profession in the world, gen/any
(Anonymous) 2015-08-18 11:06 am (UTC)(link)Please, anyone.
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(Anonymous) 2015-08-18 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] A handful of business cards, 1/6
(Anonymous) 2015-08-30 03:42 am (UTC)(link)**
Silvia hadn’t really known what to expect from the lawyers her neighbor across the hall had recommended back in the day. She’d never met a lawyer in person, other than the public defender who’d gotten her cousin Luis sent away on a drug charge when she was in high school, but her experience with late-night TV gave her the feeling that lawyers mostly looked like Republican politicians, or used car salesmen, or hot blonde women wearing power suits.
These ones--Nelson and Murdock, the crumpled business card in her pocket said--were the used car salesmen kind, schlubby white guys in cheap suits. One of them--Matt, he’d introduced himself as, but she couldn’t remember whether he was Nelson or Murdock--was blind. Like, actually blind, with sunglasses and a white cane and the whole works.
Silvia fingered the card and hoped Sra. Cardenas had had the right idea about these guys. Before she’d gotten murdered.
“All right, Ms. Gutierrez,” said the pudgy one. His name was something weird like Foggy or Fozzie or something. She thought maybe he was Nelson. “Why don’t you tell us what happened, from the beginning.”
So Silvia laid it out. She’d been hanging out with Tara and Melissa--not actually looking to pick up any clients, but not far from where they usually did look for clients when they were working. (She didn’t tell them this last part. She thought that maybe it looked bad if you told a lawyer you kind of did commit the crime you’d been arrested for, even if you hadn’t been committing it at the moment.) The cops had come sniffing around, pigs that they were, and told her to empty her bag. She didn’t tell them to fuck themselves, but Tara did, and they’d all gotten slammed up against the wall of a convenience store while an officer who looked like Homer Simpson shook their purses out on the sidewalk. Silvia’s and Tara’s had had condoms; Melissa’s had had condoms and a joint. All three of them had been arrested for prostitution and something druggy--possession? That didn’t make sense, the pot had been Melissa’s. Was association with drugs a crime? Silvia didn’t know. She couldn’t remember what Homer Simpson had actually said.
“Huh,” said Matt. “Did the arresting officer tell you why he wanted to search your bags?”
Silvia shrugged. “’Cause he said so.” So far, so good. At least they’d let her get her story out without calling her a liar. The public defender who’d fucked it up with Luis had been a real asshole.
“Well, that sure sounds like compelling probable cause,” said Fozzie--Foggy?--Foggy with a snort.
Matt tapped on the table. He had bruises on his knuckles like a boxer, Silvia noticed with interest. Her stomach still a mass of nerves, so she distracted herself by wondering if this was a blind guy thing. Walking into stuff with his hands or some shit. “Did you talk to the A.D.A., Foggy?” he asked, turning his head down and towards Foggy like he thought Silvia wouldn’t be able to see or hear him that way. Maybe it was so he could hear the answer better.
“Yeah,” said Foggy. “She’s willing to sit down with us, but...” He shrugged. “I just shrugged,” he added.
“Okay,” Matt said. He turned his head back to Silvia. “Ms. Gutierrez, sounds like you’ve got a couple of options. You’ve been charged with prostitution and criminal possession of marijuana in the fifth degree. Those are both Class B misdemeanors, which means the DA will probably be willing to cut a deal with you if you plead guilty. You could maybe get out of here today, if the district attorney’s in a good mood.”
Silvia frowned. That...sounded too good to be true. And her experience, shit that sounded too good to be true usually was. “What’s the catch?”
Foggy sighed. “If you plead guilty, it goes down on your record as a conviction, which, you know. If you’re applying for jobs, it’s a problem.”
“The marijuana charge might also be a problem if you apply for any kind of public assistance,” Matt put in.
Oh, shit. The WIC money for Tucker. Silvia had a hard enough time getting that money--it was like they made it impossible on purpose. Like they didn’t fucking know it was her baby boy they were talking about, her little sunshine, like it was such a fucking crime to give her money for milk and canned corn and bread if she didn’t fill out this form and talk to that office and do this and that and the other thing.
Silvia’s mom was watching Tucker now. She didn’t really want to have to call her and tell her she’d have to be taking care of Tucker for--for however long people got put away for Class B misdemeanors, whatever the hell that meant.
“Okay,” she said. “And what if I don’t want to make a deal?”
“It’s a riskier bet,” said Foggy. “The DA never wants to go to trial with this stuff, so maybe she’ll throw some other bullshit charges in to intimidate you so you’ll plead guilty.”
“A Class B misdemeanor can carry a sentence of up to a year, so we’re looking at maybe up to two years, plus whatever the DA’s office wants to throw in,” said Matt. “Hell, I don’t know, loitering or criminal trespass or something. That’s worst case scenario, but....”
The fuck? The government could do that--just charge her with stuff she hadn’t done so she’d confess to whatever they wanted? That was some--some Hunger Games dystopia shit. Silvia was getting pissed off. And you could ask any of her exes--a pissed-off Silvia was not a person to fuck with. “That’s bullshit.”
“I completely agree,” said Foggy. “Especially since the marijuana wasn’t yours, and you had no reasonable way of knowing that your friend was carrying it around with her.”
“Plus the police aren’t supposed to use condoms as evidence in prostitution cases anymore,” Matt said. “They didn’t technically violate the law, but they definitely did violate New York City policy.”
“Plus they didn’t have probable cause to search your bag, which is a violation of your constitutional rights.”
“The point, Ms. Gutierrez,” said Matt, “is that you have a pretty good case if you want to fight the charges. It’s not a sure thing, though--the guilty plea might be the safer bet. Either way, we’re willing to represent you. It's up to you.”
It was on the tip of Silvia’s tongue to tell him he could fuck off with his guilty plea, because if the cops were gonna ruin her night, she was sure as shit gonna ruin theirs. The city didn’t want to go to trial, they could go fuck themselves and give her her day in court.
She couldn’t say that, though. She couldn’t go feeling too righteous about it, because even if the cops were assholes, they weren’t wrong about her. And what if they got partway through this trial, and--and they got one of her clients to testify, or they had her on some kind of security camera blowing a guy in an alley? She swallowed her anger, bitter on the back of her tongue, and looked at Matt and Foggy. They’d been cool so far, she thought. They’d answer her question without being dicks about it. “I kind of--” she started. No, that sounded bad. She started again. “Does it matter if--if, you know, I have had sex for money before? I mean, I wasn’t tonight, I was just hanging out, but if--” She shut her mouth.
Their faces didn’t change, not to look surprised, not to look pissed that she hadn’t told them before, not to leer at her. Foggy shrugged one shoulder. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “The only evidence the police have is that you were on a public street carrying condoms. That’s not a crime.”
“They didn’t have the right to search your bag, and they certainly didn’t have any right to exercise physical violence against you,” said Matt, his eyebrows drawing down into an angry line over his dark glasses.
No. No they fucking didn’t. Silvia brought a hand to the scrape on her cheek, which had stopped bleeding but still hurt like fuck, and looked across the table at Matt and Foggy. “Fuck them,” she said. “I want to fight it.”
They grinned at her. “Ms. Gutierrez,” said Matt, “you’ve just summed up my life philosophy.”
Silvia basked in the feeling for a moment--the feeling that she might actually get out of this one, the feeling that she had people fighting for her that actually gave a shit--and then thought, Crap, how much do lawyers charge? “So, do I pay you guys now, or...”
“I never thought I’d be saying this, but don’t worry about it,” said Foggy, shaking his head. “Just--just wait and see if we can actually get you off the hook, first.”
“And even then, we’re cheap.”
Foggy rolled his eyes at Matt and said to Silvia, “As you can tell by the fact that he’s actually wearing that terrible tie.” It was a terrible tie. It looked like he’d spilled coffee on it.
Matt shrugged calmly. “Hey, I’m blind. You’re the one who said the coffee stain wasn’t that noticeable.”
“Don’t worry,” said Foggy before Silvia could tell Matt his partner had totally lied. The stain was very noticeable. “I’ll make him change it before we go to court. But seriously, we can talk about payment once the case is concluded, and I promise, Ms. Gutierrez, our rates are very reasonable. In the meantime....” Foggy dug around in his jacket until he found a couple of business cards, which he pushed across the table to Silvia. “You wanna pass these along to Tara and Melissa, if you see them? I mean, while we’re here and all.”
Silvia took the cards. “You get me out of this, I’ll pass these out on the subway if you want.”
Foggy and Matt looked at each other. Well, Foggy looked at Matt, and Matt kind of cocked his head like a surprised but happy dog. “Cool,” said Foggy, turning back to look at Silvia. “Thanks.”
Silvia had heard all the jokes, she knew lawyers were supposed to be snakes, but. Well, so far, so good. Maybe Sra. Cardenas had found a couple of good ones for her.
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 1/6
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(Anonymous) 2015-08-31 11:11 am (UTC)(link)This is really well-written and engaging. I love your characterisation of Silvia. Her being Mrs. Cardenas' neighbour is a nice touch!
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 1/6
(Anonymous) 2015-09-05 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)[FILL] A handful of business cards, 2/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 02:49 am (UTC)(link)A/N: Sorry to have taken such a ridiculously long time on this--my non-internet life got busy, and I had to scrap a couple of ideas before I could move forward with this. Thanks so much to everyone who commented, and hopefully it won’t take another six weeks before part 3. Heads-up, this part contains a reference to underage sex trafficking.
**
It was probably some kind of scam, Danielle thought.
Everybody knew that nowadays, New York City was full of weird shit like aliens getting fought off by guys from tabloid covers and rich businessmen having folks killed in prison. And Danielle was pretty sure random-ass lawyers didn’t just decide to show up and get people released on their own recognizance from jail. She’d said yes at the time, because she had bills to pay and the jail creeped her out, but when the time came for the appointment she’d scheduled to meet with Nelson and Murdock at their office, she brought along mace and her switchblade. Just in case.
The office was a dump, but the secretary--Karen--was hot. She gave Danielle a sweet smile and bustled off to find Nelson and Murdock while Danielle swallowed and tried to finger-comb her hair subtly enough that she didn’t look like a total dick.
If push came to shove, Danielle thought when Nelson and Murdock came out and shook hands with her, she could probably take them. She’d feel mildly bad about hitting a blind guy, but only mildly, and Nelson looked like the kind of guy who said shit like, “I’m a lover, not a fighter,” and whose only experience with violence was in video games. She’d feel really bad about hitting Karen, but if she was working for some corrupt law firm looking to shake Danielle down, well, who knew what it would come to.
“So,” she began when they’d all sat down, “who the fuck are you guys, and who even told you I got arrested?”
“Question one,” said the blind guy, “I’m Matt Murdock and he’s Foggy Nelson. We’re lawyers. Question two, Silvia Gutierrez called us. She said that you called your roommate Dacia and Dacia called her. Any other questions?”
“Silvia Gutierrez?” Danielle frowned. She and Silvia were kind of friends--they had friends in common, anyway--but she didn’t think they were ‘Help each other out if the other one gets arrested’ friends.
Nelson shrugged. “Yeah, she’s sort of appointed herself our unofficial PR person. We can’t complain.”
Danielle thought she had heard from someone that Silvia had gotten arrested on some bullshit charges and had gotten away scot-free. She hadn’t really believed the rumors, since nowadays it seemed like no one really got away scot-free, but maybe it was true. She couldn’t think of any other reason Silvia Gutierrez would be shilling for a couple of ambulance-chasers. “So, what, she calls you up and you get her friends out of jail?”
“Eh.” Nelson tilted his hand back and forth in a “kind of, so-so” motion. “We think of it more like, we need clients, she knows people who need lawyers, she makes the magic happen.”
The ‘magic.’ Whatever. Danielle wondered absently if Silvia was fucking these guys. If they wanted that from her, they had another think coming. And a foot in the groin. She didn’t do that shit for free.
“We’d be happy to refer your case to another attorney, if you’d prefer,” said Murdock. “Of course, you’re also free to request a public defender at your arraignment, though they’re pretty overworked at the moment.”
Didn’t Danielle know it, if only from watching John Oliver clips on YouTube. She was such a dumbass. She should have known better than to get involved. And now she was stuck accepting help from these chuckleheads. “I don’t have a ton of money,” she said bluntly. “Or, like, any.” If they were looking to con her out of the big bucks, they were out of luck.
“Join the club,” Nelson said. “Whatever. Let’s see if you want us to take your case, first.”
They settled down around a table, sitting on plastic chairs that made Danielle think of high school. Nelson and Murdock were sitting across from her, which made it feel kind of like an interrogation, but Karen was there, too, taking notes, and that made things a little better.
“So!” Nelson started, drumming his fingers on the table. “Talked to the Assistant District Attorney before you got here, and it sounds like they’re filing charges of assault in the second degree, assault of a police officer, and resisting arrest, give or take a charge or two. So far. I got a buddy at the 15th Precinct who gave me the cops’ side of things--let’s hear your side.”
Danielle really, really wished he hadn’t said that thing about having a cop buddy. It made any desire she had to talk with these guys dry up like worms in the sun. “Is it gonna help? I mean, I’m probably gonna end up taking a plea bargain anyway. I know how this shit works.”
Murdock raised his eyebrows over his sunglasses. “Well, then, you know that our role in plea bargaining is to help you get a good deal. And if we’re gonna do that, then it would really help to know whether the police’s version of events is accurate or not.”
“I don’t know their version of events,” Danielle pointed out.
“You know your version of events, though,” said Murdock. Danielle didn’t know whether it was the glasses or what, but it was hard to get a good read on him.
Danielle hadn’t been born yesterday. She knew that assaulting a police officer was a felony, and that meant prison time, more than likely. Her life was fucking over. But Marie and Ashley.... She didn’t know where they were or what the police were planning on doing with them. But if Nelson had been telling the truth about having a cop buddy...maybe he’d be able to find out. “All right, you want me to tell you what happened, you gotta do something for me.”
Murdock’s eyebrows got even higher, and Nelson said, “You know we’re not just asking for grins, right?”
But Karen gave Danielle a curious, concerned look and said, “What do you want us to do?”
Danielle turned to face her, relieved for no logical reason to be talking to her. “There were two girls arrested same time I was--Ashley and Marie. I mean, I don’t know if those are the names they gave the cops, but they shouldn’t be too hard to find. Like, how many teenage girls could’ve been arrested in one precinct in one night? But I want to find out what’s happening with them.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” said Nelson. “Ashley and Marie?”
“Teenage girls?” asked Murdock. “Why were they being arrested?”
Danielle reluctantly turned back to them. “That’s--that’s kind of why I got arrested. Ashley and Marie work the same block as me.” She scanned their faces briefly to see if they got what she meant by 'work the same block.' They got it. She swallowed and continued, “I saw a couple of cops go into an alley with them, and when they came out--well, Ash and Marie looked roughed-up, and the cops were arresting them and laughing--and I just, I mean, they’re kids--” Danielle swallowed. No. Attacking two cops with her bare hands had been a dumb thing to do, but she wasn’t a dumb person, and she didn’t want these no-name lawyers thinking she was. She cleared her throat and said, “I don’t need a lecture on the dangers of prostitution, and neither do they, so don’t get started with me, but Ash and Marie are really young, and me and the rest of the girls on that stretch of road try to look out for them. And it’s pretty shitty of a cop to take a freebie from a couple of teenagers and then arrest them for it. So I....” Got mad. “I thought I better ask the cops what was going on.” She thought they could probably fill in the blanks from there.
Nelson and Karen exchanged shocked looks. Murdock’s eyebrows had lowered and his face looked like a thundercloud. He said, “Shitty is one word for it. Illegal would be another. And possibly statutory rape. How old did you say Ashley and Marie are?”
“I didn’t.” Danielle felt suddenly unsure of herself. It was one thing to tell her side of things; it was another to tell strangers shit that Ashley and Marie didn’t want said. Those girls trusted her. On the other hand, their real ages were more likely to get them juvie hall or foster care, as opposed to real prison. Danielle knew from experience that neither juvie nor foster care was a day at the beach, but they had to be better than prison. “I don’t know,” she said. “They don’t talk much about themselves, but if I had to guess...fifteen? Sixteen, maybe?
Karen was taking furious notes on her yellow notepad. “Do you know their last names?” she asked.
“No,” said Danielle, wondering just what she’d gotten herself into. “They’ve been working that stretch maybe four or five months. They’re not independent, though, There’s a--a guy, that runs them, and he doesn’t like them talking much.”
“Jesus H. Christ,” said Nelson.
“You know the guy?” asked Karen.
Danielle wrinkled her nose. “He’s a lowlife, Bobby Maroney. Limp-dicked motherfucker who thinks he’s made it big since Turk went to prison.”
Murdock twitched like someone had jabbed him with a tazer. “Turk? Turk Barrett?”
“Um, who’s Turk Barrett?” Nelson tapped the back of Murdock’s hand impatiently.
Karen rolled her eyes. “Come on, Foggy, Turk Barrett? One of Fisk’s henchpeople?”
“Allegedly, anyway,” said Murdock, who seemed to have gotten his twitch under control. “Miss Williams, are you saying that Maroney worked for Barrett?”
The fuck? “Yeah, does it matter?”
“Maybe,” said Murdock. “You know how Ashley and Marie came to be working your particular block?”
“Like I said, Maroney doesn’t like them talking much,” said Danielle. And of course fucking Bobby would have made Ashley and Marie terrified to give his name to the police, so he’d be getting off scot-fucking-free in this little adventure. “But....” She thought carefully about the nights she and Keisha and Annie had gotten Ashley and Marie to take a break and grab something to eat, the way they interacted with each other, the few things they mentioned about themselves. “I don’t think they knew each other beforehand. I mean, they’re friends now, but they’re still getting to know stuff about each other, you know? So if they ran away from home, they didn’t do it together.”
“You think they did?” asked Nelson. “Run away from home? Marie and Ashley, I mean.”
“I don’t know, maybe. They’re not from New York, though.” The way they complained about the weather, Danielle thought they had to be from someplace warm.
Murdock brought a hand to his face and scratched at his stubble. He really needed to shave. “So, okay, these girls started working in your area about four or five months ago, which would have been just about when Turk Barrett’s operations started falling apart without him there to oversee them. And coincidentally when Bobby Maroney started to make it big, as you said.”
“What are you thinking, man?” Nelson asked.
Murdock let out a harsh sigh and said, “I’m thinking that one of Barrett’s operations involved trafficking kidnap victims. I thought--well, Daredevil shut down a couple of those, uh, ‘shipments,’ but it’s looking like the operation itself kept going.”
Danielle had so many questions about this, starting with just how closely Murdock followed Daredevil’s antics, because the idea of a blind lawyer buying up all the supermarket tabloids to keep up with the doings of a vigilante was kind of weird. But this really wasn’t the time--because if Murdock was right, it meant that maybe Marie and Ashley had people out there looking for them, people who could keep them safe. So she just said, “Guess Daredevil needs to work on his follow-through.”
Karen looked indignant at that, and Nelson somewhere between indignant and worried; Danielle guessed they were the kind of locals who’d adopted Daredevil as a sort of mascot. Her, she thought of him more as a necessary evil. It was hard to tell just what Murdock thought, because he readjusted his glasses, sat up straight, and said, “Guess so. The other thing I’m thinking is that, besides being possible kidnapping victims, Ashley and Marie are in an excellent position to get any charges dropped and bring a complaint against the NYPD, and that means you’re in a surprisingly good position to bargain with the DA.” He frowned. “Also, I should maybe call Frances Hennessey at Child Protective Services.”
“I’ll get you the number,” said Karen, tearing the top page off her notepad. “You want me to check in at the 15th and see if Marie and Ashley have asked for a public defender?”
“Karen, my friend, you’re assuming someone’s explained their options to them, which, given the givens....” Nelson sighed heavily. “Yeah, give Brett a call and see what the situation is over there.”
“Got it.” Karen nodded briskly and walked out of the room, stopping briefly at the door to give Danielle a reassuring smile. Danielle was well on her way to developing a crush.
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 2.5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 02:50 am (UTC)(link)Nelson shrugged. “You tell us. Generally assaulting a police officer’s a messy charge to fight, but like Matt said, you’ve got a lot of leverage here--the cops in question were breaking the law in a super gross way, plus you might be able to help shut down a human trafficking operation. It’s a good position to be in, and even a couple of chuckleheads like us ought to be able to get you a good deal.”
Danielle found herself smiling without really meaning to. “Well,” she said, “it’s not like I have a whole lot of other lawyers on speed-dial. But as far as payment goes....”
“We’ll take the case pro bono, it’s not an issue,” said Murdock.
Well, free was definitely a price Danielle could afford. But she didn’t like the thought of owing these guys anything, even if they seemed pretty okay. Actually, especially if they seemed pretty okay. It would be nice to know a couple of lawyers she could call in the future without adding more favors owed to a running tab. “No, I want to--I mean, I don’t have a lot right now, but maybe later....”
They all sat and pondered this for a few moments in silence. And then Nelson perked up. “Okay, I got an idea,” he said cheerfully. “Maybe you could help us out with something.”
That got Danielle’s hackles up--sometimes people got funny ideas about what they could ask her for favors--and she narrowed her eyes at him. “Help you out with what?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know if you noticed, but our office is kind of....”
“Well-worn,” put in Murdock.
“Tactfully put, Matthew. Yeah, well-worn. Anyway, we’re trying to look, you know, more like a professional law firm, so we were thinking of repainting in here, but it’s a big job for two people. You know this one here--” He jerked a thumb at Murdock. “--Isn’t much help when it comes to painting walls.”
“Excuse you,” said Murdock in a lighter tone than Danielle had heard from him the whole time she’d been there. She guessed blind jokes were probably old hat to him at this point. “I provide valuable moral support.”
Nelson muttered, “Yeah, moral support,” and then said to Danielle, “I don’t know how many hours it’ll actually take for three people to get the whole place painted, but definitely enough that at a reasonable hourly wage, it would pay for our legal services. And of course, we’ll wait to redecorate until after we close your case. That way, if we do a crappy job and you don’t end up getting a good deal from the District Attorney, we wouldn’t charge you.”
“Couldn’t paint your office from jail, anyway,” Danielle pointed out.
“There’s also that,” said Nelson agreeably. “So? What do you think?”
That sounded...that sounded pretty good, actually. Assuming they were telling the truth. Apparently Nelson noticed her hesitation, because he pulled a business card out of his wallet and shoved it across the table to her. “You can take some time to think about it, though, get back to us sometime this week. Hold up--” He picked up a pen that Karen had left on the table and scribbled something on the card. “Here,” he said, pointing with the pen. “We’re still figuring out how call forwarding works, but in the meantime, that’s my cell number, and that’s Matt’s. Don’t worry if he doesn’t pick up right away--what with the whole blind thing, he sometimes has a hard time finding his phone.”
“Oh, bite me,” muttered Murdock.
“Anyway,” Nelson continued as if he hadn’t heard anything, “Give us a call anytime, let us know if we have a deal.”
Danielle was 99% sure what her answer was going to be. But before she agreed to anything, she had to know. “So are you going to be taking Ashley and Marie’s cases, too?”
Nelson shrugged. “Depends on if they hire us or not. But we’ll definitely help out either way--the connection to organized crime and the fact that they’re possible kidnap victims are things their attorneys definitely need to know.”
“And if they’re not?” Danielle demanded. “Kidnap victims, I mean? If they ran away, are you just going to send them back to wherever they ran away from?”
“Not up to us, if they have guardians with legal custody,” said Murdock, leaning forward. “But listen, Ms. Williams. We’re not just gonna send them back into a bad situation without a fight. Frances Hennessey at CPS was my social worker when I was a kid, and I swear to God, there is no way she’d put a kid into an abusive home if she had any legal options whatsoever. Whatever the situation is with Ashley and Marie, she’s going to have their best interests at heart.”
And so do we, neither of them said, but Danielle thought it just might be true anyway. “Okay,” she said, sticking the business card in her pocket. “You guys have a deal.” She shot a glance around the office, which looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the seventies, and said, “We’re going to have our work cut out for us.”
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 2.5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 04:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 2.5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 06:19 am (UTC)(link)Love the quiet snark going on between Matt & Foggy and how Karen and Foggy are all defensive about any slight against Daredevil
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 2.5/6
(Anonymous) 2015-10-20 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)Ah, Foggy. I love that as a legal term. "Objection, your honor, this was a super gross illegal act!"
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 2.5/6
(Anonymous) 2019-11-19 11:10 am (UTC)(link)Also, loved that Silvia got cleared and the tie-in to Turk.
Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 1/6
(Anonymous) 2019-11-19 10:55 am (UTC)(link)