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Pretty ladies get involved and then somebody ends up the wingman who is flying solo.

[ His friend sounds like he's having fun, though. Seems like they both need it. He takes a drink after the clink, and chuckles. ]

This place? Aw, these guys probably look a little rough, but they're harmless. I mean, mostly. I'm guessing on the looks, though.

[Frank isn't used to being around someone so candid about their disability since Curtis, so Matt's self deprecating jokes take him by surprise. That grin urges Frank to not be afraid to laugh too though, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he reaches for some bar nuts too.]

Not too worried about taking them on if they get stupid anyway. Would like to avoid that though. I'd be more concerned about going back home with a black eye and dealing with the old lady.

[But there is a fondness in his tone that shows he's only joking around, that his home life is actually pretty great in between the struggles whenever he's back from a tour.]

So are you saying it's safe to come back another night?

[ Matt's had a long time to get used to it. The whispers, the silence sometimes, the questions: he's glad he's not getting that from Frank. It's refreshing. He's glad he's gotten him to laugh with him about it, too. ]

Oh, ouch. Sounds like if that went down you'd end up on the couch, so we should definitely avoid that.

[ He can hear the joking tone, but it's easy to play along. He chuckles, and can't help but take stock of the other guy when he says he's not worried about any trouble from guys here. No doubt. He doesn't seem like the sort of guy that would be a good one to pick a fight with. Compact muscle and a sureness in his own skin. Maybe an itch for trouble, too. ]

Definitely safe to come back another night.

[ Matt turns slightly in the direction of his friend's voice when Foggy starts to call for him. ] I'm---I'm here, Foggy.

[ Foggy starts leaning on him when he gets close, and Matt can't help his grin as he explains that Marci is waiting on him. ] Go on, Romeo. Go catch your mighty yellow steed.

[ Then he turns a little to Frank, tone clearly joking: ] Cabs are still that color, right?

[ He questions after Matt, and how he'll get home. Matt insists he'll be fine, he'll see him back at the dorm, and he's not really going to have too much more. Maybe. He's not sure. ] I---I promise, Foggy. I'll get back to campus fine. Ok? Go on.

[Frank raises a brow at the state of Matt's friend, cautious as the man stumbles away and out the door. He hopes he actually manages to flag down a cab without a problem, though Frank's voice is full of amusement as he leans toward Matt a little.]

Should we go make sure he makes it down the sidewalk alive?

[ Matt listens as Foggy stumbles away. He has a little trouble, but he's too proud to ask for or accept help. He'd be offended if they tried. He doesn't say that he listens in long enough to hear his friend successfully hail a cab, and climb in.

How would he explain that? ]

Ah, he'll be fine. Anyways, he'd get mad at me babying him or something if I tried to hail a cab for him. I don't think he's going to manage to get laid tonight like that though.

Yeah, probably for the best. Better luck next time. [Though Frank's chuckling and shaking his head, trying to remember the last time he had to worry about getting laid on a weekend while out with friends. A long, long time ago. A lifetime, almost. Before he was married and expecting a child.

He needs to take a longer drink at that, eyes scanning the rest of the bar before landing back onto Matt.]

Usually end up alone at the bar on nights like this. It's nice to have some friendly company for once.

[ Matt gives an answering laugh, light and carefree. It's not often that it happens, but it does. It's nice to have moments like that.

It's not often, but he does go out some nights. Nights when the city is too loud and he can't sleep. He sleeps better after he goes out, coming back bruised and bloody. The city just a little bit safer. He's still sporting the marks of a rougher night out earlier in the week. ]

Well, I mean, I have a late start class tomorrow. I can keep you company if you want.

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