"It's Karen," she says hopelessly in the middle of his doorway like he wouldn't know her a thousand other ways. The whiff of perfume on her, Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb trapped underneath a thick smear of booze, or the sound of her shoes on the hard tile floor. She's drunk already; her breathing is faint and thready. Her face is too hot.
Content notes: both characters have been drinking heavily due to emotional distress; there's the immediate aftermath of trauma on Karen's part and a lot of lingering bad feelings re. Foggy on Matt's side. This is set in the aftermath of Nelson V. Murdock/The Path Of The Righteous, so both of them are pretty fucked up.
Written for this prompt from round #1 of Daredevilkink. I tried to write this one last-minute during the most recent prompt freeze, but I didn't quite make it -- hopefully this is still okay. Like easily half of my fics these days, the title is from the Mountain Goats -- taken from "Magpie".