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foggy can’t believe he’s doing this tonight, but he can’t just leave wesley behind. especially after he’s been trying to drink shot for shot with the goddamn russian mob. he spots him on the side of the road - his impeccable suit stands out in a place as grimy as this - and jogs over. “there you are. you’re not an easy man to find. can you stand up, buddy?” he offers his hand to wesley with an amused grin.

foggy’s not sure if he should be concerned by the fact that a known associate of matt’s worst enemy is standing in the hallway outside the office. hesitantly, foggy approaches and unlocks the door. “uh - can i help you with something, sir?”

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“i’m glad you were free thursday.” foggy jokes to calm his nerves. this place is fancy - really fancy. he feels so incredibly out of place in his slightly rumpled shirt and barely matching tie. is he being wined and dined? or is he doing the wining and dining? he can’t tell anymore. foggy had asked karen for help before the date - was this a date? oh god. - and she’d given him pointers, but he still feels out of his depth. “uh - this place seems nice.”

lightly bake your foggs for best results. u are overcooked

do frank and foggy need someone to make them a home cooked meal

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