Midnight Coffee
Roleplaying Log: Midnight Coffee
Participants
IC Details
Synopsis:

Trish and Foggy meet over a midnight coffee run.

Other Characters Referenced: Matt Murdock, Jessica Jones (MAYBE?), Bucky Barnes
IC Date: June 30, 2019
IC Location: Somewhere in Hell's Kitchen
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 02 Jul 2019 05:20
Rating & Warnings: PG
NPC & GM Credits:
Associated Plots

It's Sunday night, and so that means that everything is closed except for this little corner bodega that knows its clients. It isn't exactly high end, but it has good sandwiches and always keeps its coffee freshly brewed.

Foggy Nelson is shuffling into the neat little market just a block down from Nelson and Murdock. He looks tired — like, tired. Like, maybe he should have been in bed instead of zombie-ing his way to the coffee bar at the back of the market where he tugs out the biggest reusable togo cup they sell legally so he can fill it to the brim.

* * *

Sunday night. Not on this night or many others would you expect to see a woman dressed in an expensive dress, heels, with manicured hands, salon styled hair, and a little clutch held tightly to her side, walking into this bodega. In fact, the blonde woman probably isn't the type you'd expect to see in these parts at any time of day or night. She offers the clerk a little smile as she approaches the till. "Just gonna get myself a medium coffee, thank you."

* * *

Trish Walk, radio personality among other things, opens up her purse and pays for her coffee. "Thank you." She murmurs. Once coffee is retrieved, she takes a sip and sighs. This may not be her normal coffee spot, but there's something about it that she likes. She can't quite put her finger on it.

* * *

"Hey, Trish Walker," Foggy says in a dazed, not-quite-connected-with-reality voice. He's shuffling past her in a trajectory to the cashier to pay for his own coffee, and he doesn't even realize what he's said until he's dropping a roll of those chocolate-covered donuts on the counter. He blinks, pivots slightly, and stares with wide dark green eyes at Trish. "Hey. You're Trish Walker." Smooth Foggy, smooth. "Are you supposed to be in Hell's Kitchen right now?"

* * *

"Mmm?" Someone say her name? Trish looks around for a moment, furrowed brow, a little confused. It's not uncommon to hear her name, but usually the person is still standing next to her, wanting an autograph or something. When her name is said again, she focuses on Foggy. "Oh, yes. Hi. I am. Trish Walker." She gives him a little smile. "Yeah. Yeah, I was just, well, visiting someone. Or trying to."

* * *

Someone did say her name! It might take Trish some time to recognize — if she does at all, because he's not the devilishly handsome Matt Murdock (no pun intended) — one of the lawyers behind Bucky Barnes's acquittal. Foggy does start to smile a bit, and it adds light to his easy-to-brighten features. He leans back slightly, shaggy head tilting to one side. "Hi. Foggy Nelson of Nelson and Murdock." He offers out a hand to her. Then his brows lift high into the shag of his blond hair. "Trying to, huh?"

* * *

"Nice to meet you, Foggy Nelson of Nelson and Murdock." Trish extends her own hand to shake his. The name, or names, do sound familiar. She knows the name Foggy Nelson. She also knows Nelson and Murdock, but how? She'll figure this out! "Well, she's always somewhere. Just not always where one expects. But the person I was looking for lives down here, so, well, I came a-lookin'." She brushes a random strand of blonde hair out of her eyes.

"OH! Are you that Foggy Nelson?" It's come flooding to her. "You were one of Bucky Barnes' lawyers, weren't you?"

* * *

Look at how Foggy does not absolutely go fangirl while shaking Trish Walker's hand. He doesn't even try to call her Patsy. He's doing such a great job. We should all be so proud! He continues to grin at her though, and that might be where he starts to look a little odd ducked. "Huh. That's a bit mysterious." Then he rubs his hand at his mouth as if he's trying to rub away that stupid grin. Be cool, Foggy. Be cool. Be —

He chokes. "Um. Which Foggy Nelson?" Then he's looking abashed, and shuffles his feet a bit. "Oh, that Foggy Nelson. Guilty as charged." Lawyer joke. Ah-hahaha.

* * *

"Oh, it's not so strange for her, really. If you knew her. She keeps odd hours. She's not always where she's expected to be." Trish explains. "I'll just have to catch up with her another time is all." She shrugs and takes a sip of her coffee. "Guilty as…ha! Hahah. That's a…that's a good one." She lets out another chuckle before taking another sip of her coffee, averting her gaze for a moment. "That was very good work you and your partner did for Barnes. I was really rooting for you guys."

* * *

"I know someone like that." We're all looking at you, Matt Murdock. Foggy rubs slightly at the cup of his chin and jaw before he drops his hands back around his coffee. He takes a slow, savoring sip from it. Then he brightens at the mere idea of Trish Walker rooting for him. It actually sets him into a casual lean against the counter. "It was a challenging case, that's for sure. Matt pulled a lot of that, but we have a solid partnership."

* * *

Rolling her cup slightly between her hands, Trish smiles and nods. "Well, you're quite the pair, the two of you, that's for certain." Tapping the lid of her cup, she tilts her head. "Do the two of you work on a case by case basis, or are you willing to also be on retainer for somebody?"

* * *

Foggy scoffs dismissively, smiling all the while. "Well, thank you, Ms. Walker. We just do as we do." That sounded so terrible lame, and even if he slides past it, he knows it. His brows are arching again, opening his expression briefly before he settles into an easier smile. "Depends on the client. We've got a few on retainer, but we're trying to stay local… within the neighborhood. And we've also got our sights on a pretty big case to challenge the anti-metahuman laws that have forced metahuman registration." He hesitates, hedging a bet. "Do you know someone who needs some legal help?"

* * *

"Well, what you do, Mr. Nelson, is rather impressive. There's no need to sell yourself short. There's nothing wrong with being humble, but sometimes it's good to know when to let yourself shine." Trish offers kindly, giving him a little pat on the shoulder of encouragement. Her smile falters slightly. "Oh, yes. Local. I completely understand. There are people here that need your help, just as there'd be anywhere." She glances around. "Well, I'm recently in the market for a new lawyer. Or lawyers. I figured, with how well you handled the Bucky Barnes' case, you'd be a good lawyer, or a good firm, to have on retainer. However, I'm hardly local to the neighborhood. I do stand out. I'd be a distraction more than anything, I'm sure."

* * *

"It's the tie," Foggy says without letting that follow-up really pass through his filter. The tie is almost always very impressive. Trish's kind words do their work though, and Foggy Nelson looks sheepish and smiling, and he even foot shuffles. It's pretty damn cute to an outsider's view, and we all know that Matt would have that stupid grin on his face he has when he knows Foggy is being embarrassed. He is then looking up when Trish mentions that she's in the market for a new lawyer. "I wonder if this ever happens to Matt, or is it just me," he says to no one, in a casual, quiet note. But then he takes in a breath as a smile eases back into place. "Well, we are a good firm. Best little firm in all of New York." Not so little these days, but he's not counting the interns and legal aids. "I tell you what, if you're serious Ms. Walker, why don't you come by the offices sometime this week and we can talk through what sort of services you think you might need. I can make sure my partner is there."

* * *

"A very impressive tie it is too. It suites you!" Trish scratches her nose slightly and lets Foggy speak before speaking up again herself. "Well, I'd be honoured if the Best Little Firm of New York," as she is now calling it, "Would do me the honors of taking me on as a client. If you two would fight as hard for me as you did for Barnes? I'd be the lucky one here." She smiles widely. "Oh, that would just me amazing." She shuffles through her purse and pulls out a card, holding it out to Foggy. "Here my contact info. That number comes directly to me." She points to the second one.

* * *

"Thank you," Foggy says, while adjusting his tie most proudly. He even starts to grin a bit. Then he takes a look at his watch, giving a little grimace to himself and the pile of paperwork still on his desk. He looks up to Trish, offering a quick nod. "I did this thing where I took on a client without telling Matt and he's still pretty chapped about it, so… in honors of fair and honest dealings between partners, you should sit down with us both. I'll make an appointment for you, and…" He takes out a business card, and offers it to her. "Call and we can find a time that works best."

* * *

"Well," Trish nods, "One way or another, it would be an honor to meet with both of you." She takes a long sip of her coffee. "I look forward to receiving your call. Good night, Mr. Nelson."

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