Hell to Pay (Daredevil x fem!reader)

Chapter 3 - Little Do They Know

"So you said you actually grew up in Russia, was that true or are you just a really good liar?" Matt asks, as the two of you walk into the bar. You were planning on going home, but he convinced you to come with him to meet the others at Josie's.

"It's true, I was born here in New York, but I was adopted and raised in Russia," you admit, although you've had to bend the truth slightly, as it was a bit more of a kidnapping. "How about you, I assume you grew up here."

"Lived in Hell's Kitchen my whole life, I don't think I've ever even left New York," he sits down with you at the bar.

"Not even New Jersey?" you can't hide your surprise at his response.

He laughs, taking off his jacket, "Nope, not even New Jersey. But who in their right mind would want to leave the gorgeous Hell's Kitchen anyway."

"Picturesque even," you add on sarcastically, spotting Foggy and Karen, "Found the other two, come on."

Leading him over to the pair at the pool table, Foggy notices you, "Well look who decided to show up."

"You can thank him for that," you nudge Matt, "Anyway, you guys want anything?"

Foggy gestures to the full drink in his hand, and Karen replies, "I'm good for now."

"How about you Murdock?" you ask the lawyer, who ponders for a second before answering, "I'll take a scotch, tell Josie to put it on our tab."

As you head off to order the drinks, Foggy and Karen give Matt a stern, but unsurprised look. "Matt, please don't screw the paralegal," Foggy says pleadingly.

"What? No I'm not going to-"

"You don't exactly have the best track record Matt," Karen interrupts him, "I think I would know."

Matt scoffs, only convincing Foggy and Karen further that he's interested in you. "I promise I will keep things strictly professional."

"Don't make promises you can't keep," Karen jokes, both her and Foggy laughing as Matt rolls his eyes. 

"She is your type by the way," Foggy adds, Matt's curiosity getting the better of him and asking vexedly, "Which is what?"

"Hot," Karen responds, the two of them both laughing lightly at Matt's frustrated expression.

You make your way back over to the group, Foggy and Karen continuing with their game of pool, "Here is your scotch."

"Oh thank you," he smiles, one of his hands barely grazing your waist to find where you were, and the other taking the glass.

He quickly pulls his hand away from you, not wanting to prove his friends right in the same night.

"So who's winning?" he inquires as you hop up on a stool next to the pool table, taking a sip of your vodka martini.

"Currently, it's Foggy, but it's Karen's turn, so my money would be on her," you tell him, as Karen lines up her cue stick.

"Mine would be too, Foggy's useless," he jokes, and Foggy puts his hand on his chest, "Ouch, I heard that Matt."

"Good, you were meant to," he flings back, drinking some of his scotch with a smirk as Foggy acts insulted.

"Suck it Foggy," Karen shouts, potting the black ball and finishing the game, "I believe you owe me a drink," she raises her eyebrows at Foggy who trudges towards the bar. 

You collect darts from the dart board, as Foggy whispers something to Matt on his way past, "We've got our eyes on you Matty."

"Are you as good at darts as you are at pool?" you ask Karen, who makes her way over to you.