Tag: probably

22 was two miserable people meeting at a wedding and I guess I lied about not writing these fics yet

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There’s a tall, dark and handsome type who’s been leaning against the bar for the entire reception, taking advantage of the free drinks and fake smiling at everyone who makes conversation with him. Foggy feels some kind of kindred spirit thing going on, because that’s the face of someone who just watched an ex get married if he’s ever seen one.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks, when he walks over to lean next to him.

“Oh, it’s—it’s free?” the guy says, gesturing vaguely at the bartender.

“It was a bad joke,” Foggy says, smiling, because this guy’s cute, too.

“Oh!” he says, laughing. “Shit, sorry, I’m drunk. And Matt, I’m—Matt.”

They shake hands and Foggy says, “I’m Foggy. Now, I have to know, because your face is expressing what I feel inside—did you date the bride, too?”

“Uhm, no,” Matt says. “I did date the groom, though.”

Foggy feels a sudden rush of bravery.

“Want to get out of here?” he asks.

*

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Matt asks, curiously, long fingers fidgeting with the straw in his milkshake. They walked around together with Matt’s fingers curled around his elbow, before they settled at a tiny diner a few blocks away from the wedding venue.

“Marci?” Foggy asks. “Not really. I mean, I love her, but it’s 95% friendship based at this point.”

“What’s the rest of it?”

“…really good sex,” Foggy says, smiling when Matt laughs.

“Yeah, I get that,” he says. “Jake and I mostly just messed around in college, but it’s—sobering to see him get married, I guess.”

“Your biological clock ticking, man?” Foggy asks.

“Something like that,” Matt says, grinning. “Mostly worried about life passing me by while I’m too focused on—other things.”

“I can’t imagine anyone passing you by,” Foggy says, which is not even good flirting, but Matt’s grin gets even wider and he tilts his head a little.

“Want to get out of here?” he asks.