Karen sees someone at Foggy and Marci's combined bachelor/bachelorette party and insists Foggy introduce them
for @kastlenetwork kastle week: rom-com au/fluff
Rating: G
Word count: 1859
One shot
AO3
Karen wound her way through the party guests to find the man of the hour, and was unsurprised to find Marci and Foggy at the bar together. This was why the normally separate bachelor and bachelorette nights had been combined, neither of them wanted to be apart from the other.
“Karen!” Marci greeted, completely drowning out Foggy’s own greeting. “I’m so happy to see you!”
She hugged Marci, and looked over at Foggy who shook his head with a smile, “She’s already pretty deep in the sauce. Right now, she loves everyone.”
Marci released the hug ten seconds after she should have and turned to Foggy, “Of course I love Karen! She helped you pick out my ring, and she threw that lovely bridal party when my bitch of a sister-in-law fell through.”
Karen had never been more stressed out, but the look on Marci’s face had more than made up for it. “It was a good time, but I think this party is going to beat it.”
When another guest came up to say hi, Karen used the distraction to turn to the bartender and order. “When did she start drinking?”
Foggy laughed, “As soon as we got here. It’s the red wine, it gets her drunk quicker than any shot.”
Karen looked at Foggy to see him staring with undiluted adoration at his fiance. “You love her.”
“This whole thing would be a little weird if I didn’t,” he reminded her dryly.
“I know,” Karen smiled. “It’s just so nice to see it.”
After she got her drink she turned around to look at the rest of the guests. There were high-end dresses and off the rack suits, voices layering over the music, empty glasses on tables and -
Her eyes stumbled over a lone figure sitting at one of the booths and she couldn’t loo away.
He was rough hewn, like Michelangelo had realized David was too soft, and he needed to make something better. There were at least two days worth of scruff on his face and the suit looked like it barely contained all the muscle covering his body.
She tapped her friend’s shoulder and nodded towards the man, “What’s the deal with him?”
Foggy looked in the general direction she’d indicated and smiled with a shake of his head. “Leave it you.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“You always go for the complicated ones.”
She tried to act offended but was also aware Foggy knew her well enough, and long enough, to know she had a type. “What’s his name?”
The name immediately rung a bell with her as someone who been accused of treason, but thanks to Foggy he’d been protected as a whistle blower. Karen had followed the case because her closest friend was heavily involved, but cameras hadn’t been allowed inside the courtroom and Frank had infamously avoided the camera so she hadn’t recognized him.
He looked uncomfortable, like someone who didn’t know what to do with his hands or the people around him. “Does he know anyone else here?”
Karen leaned over to the bartender and ordered another drink before turning to Foggy, glasses in hand. “Introduce me.”
