Foggy opens the water bottle and takes a long drink. “I think I need some coffee. Maybe that’ll help get rid of this massive headache I have going. Seriously, I don’t get how you escaped unscathed. It makes no sense. My head is still pounding.”
“I guess I’m not a lightweight, like somebody...”
“Dude, I gotta say… That shirt you’re wearing is pretty hideous. It’s almost as bad as the one you almost wore to Josie’s last night. Only, this one's so bright, it's making me squint.”
Matt laughs. “I think your hangover is making you squint. Though, want to do me a favor and pick something more ‘Foggy Nelson-approved’ for your wing-man before we head out to get coffee?”
“How did your clothes get so messed up, anyway? You used to have a good system going.”
Matt shrugs. “It’s not like I can tell. All I know is that the clothes fit and they don’t itch.”
“Yeah, but--”
Matt cuts him off. “Foggy. Please. Just… It’s not worth it.”
Foggy walks over to the closet and pulls out four hideous button down shirts, wincing and shaking his head at each one before hanging them in the back of the closet. He then pulls out a nice, casual kaki and black checkered button down shirt and hands it to Matt. “Okay, buddy. I just put four of the most offending, God-awful shirts in the back of your closet. This one’s one of the better ones.”
Matt turns around and changes his shirt. He decides to leave it untucked and he rolls up the sleeves.
“Seriously, though… Matt…”
“It’s nothing. It’s just…” Foggy folds his arms across his chest. “Ok. Fine, someone played a prank on me.”
“Who?”
“Please, Foggy, just let it go.”
“They had to break into our dorm to do this…”
“Foggy… I can take care of it. Let me handle it. I don’t want to fight about this.”
“I’m too hung over to argue right now, anyway. Or make any decisions. Let’s go get that coffee.” Foggy opens his beside drawer, then walks over to his desk, eyes searching. "I can't find my sunglasses."
Matt goes to his beside table and reaches in, pulling out a pair with rounded red-tinted lenses. "You can borrow one of mine."
"These are really nice Matt. Let's switch. I think you'd look better in them, and I need more light blockage." Matt takes his off and hands them over for Foggy to take. Foggy drops the pair with the round lenses into his hand and nods appreciatively after Matt settles the lenses on his nose. "I'm nodding appreciatively - those lenses really work for you."
"I've been saving them. I hear they're dressy."
Matt walks over to the door and grabs his cane. Foggy finishes the last few bites of his banana and washes it down with another long sip of water. “What is your secret?”
Matt grins. “Asparagus.”
Foggy makes a face. “I’m making my disgusted face, just so you know.”
“What are you, six? If you’d given it a chance, enjoying a side of asparagus with dinner last night at the campus dining hall might have prevented your current hangover.”
Foggy offers Matt his elbow. “I hear that vile vegetable can color your piss green.”
Matt chuckles and leans in as they walk. “Not like I would ever know.”
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“I guess I’m not a lightweight, like somebody...”
“Dude, I gotta say… That shirt you’re wearing is pretty hideous. It’s almost as bad as the one you almost wore to Josie’s last night. Only, this one's so bright, it's making me squint.”
Matt laughs. “I think your hangover is making you squint. Though, want to do me a favor and pick something more ‘Foggy Nelson-approved’ for your wing-man before we head out to get coffee?”
“How did your clothes get so messed up, anyway? You used to have a good system going.”
Matt shrugs. “It’s not like I can tell. All I know is that the clothes fit and they don’t itch.”
“Yeah, but--”
Matt cuts him off. “Foggy. Please. Just… It’s not worth it.”
Foggy walks over to the closet and pulls out four hideous button down shirts, wincing and shaking his head at each one before hanging them in the back of the closet. He then pulls out a nice, casual kaki and black checkered button down shirt and hands it to Matt. “Okay, buddy. I just put four of the most offending, God-awful shirts in the back of your closet. This one’s one of the better ones.”
Matt turns around and changes his shirt. He decides to leave it untucked and he rolls up the sleeves.
“Seriously, though… Matt…”
“It’s nothing. It’s just…” Foggy folds his arms across his chest. “Ok. Fine, someone played a prank on me.”
“Who?”
“Please, Foggy, just let it go.”
“They had to break into our dorm to do this…”
“Foggy… I can take care of it. Let me handle it. I don’t want to fight about this.”
“I’m too hung over to argue right now, anyway. Or make any decisions. Let’s go get that coffee.” Foggy opens his beside drawer, then walks over to his desk, eyes searching. "I can't find my sunglasses."
Matt goes to his beside table and reaches in, pulling out a pair with rounded red-tinted lenses. "You can borrow one of mine."
"These are really nice Matt. Let's switch. I think you'd look better in them, and I need more light blockage." Matt takes his off and hands them over for Foggy to take. Foggy drops the pair with the round lenses into his hand and nods appreciatively after Matt settles the lenses on his nose. "I'm nodding appreciatively - those lenses really work for you."
"I've been saving them. I hear they're dressy."
Matt walks over to the door and grabs his cane. Foggy finishes the last few bites of his banana and washes it down with another long sip of water. “What is your secret?”
Matt grins. “Asparagus.”
Foggy makes a face. “I’m making my disgusted face, just so you know.”
“What are you, six? If you’d given it a chance, enjoying a side of asparagus with dinner last night at the campus dining hall might have prevented your current hangover.”
Foggy offers Matt his elbow. “I hear that vile vegetable can color your piss green.”
Matt chuckles and leans in as they walk. “Not like I would ever know.”
“Better you than me, buddy.”