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“How long are you going to be in the bathroom, Foggy? We were supposed to meet Karen downstairs twenty minutes ago,” Matt sighed, starting to get impatient.
“Dude, how am I supposed to know if I look good? There’s no mirror, I can’t see myself!” was the indignant response.
“Oh no. What a tragedy.”
There was a short laugh as Foggy exited the bathroom, finally ready to leave. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Why exactly do we have to go to Karen’s high school reunion again?”
They left the hotel room, Foggy turning off the light that only he required. “Because she asked us to and we care about her-”
“Uggh, I have other things to do!”
“Like hang out at Josie’s drinking terrible beer?” laughed Matt. The sound of Foggy blowing a raspberry at Matt filled the elevator as the descended towards the lobby. “She sounded really excited when she told us about it. You could at least pretend you want to be here. For her.”
The elevator pinged and the doors slid open. Matt and Foggy walked out into the bustling lobby, Foggy keeping an eye out for their girlfriend. However, she was the one to spot them, striding up to them and crossing her arms.
“What on Earth took you two so long? We’re going to a high school, it’s not like you have to get ready for court or anything. Come on, I have a car waiting for us out front,” she said, rushing the two boys out the door and into a taxi. “Did you guys ever go to your 10 year reunions?”
“You know, high school wasn’t really a great time for me, so, no.” Foggy ran his fingers through his hair, still not over the fact that he didn’t know how he looked. It also didn’t help that he was unsure how people would react about all three of them being in a relationship. Karen swatted his hands away from his head and smoothed his now ruffled hair down, smiling at his nervousness.
“This is gonna be fun. I’ll introduce you to my old friends, you’ll love them, promise,” she reassured him.
Matt chuckled at Foggy’s grumbling, saying “If they’re anything like you, I’m sure we will.”
The rest of the car ride went by in silence, Karen’s excitement just growing with each minute. She couldn’t wait to see all her old school buddies.
They arrived at the school gym, music and lights flooding from the doors, and went inside. Immediately, Matt regretted agreeing to come. It was too loud, there were too many people, too many things going on. His senses were going wild, and he felt he was going to lose it, until Karen reached down and gave his hand a little squeeze, and pulled him towards a table to sit down. She went to sign in and get her nametag, and Foggy leaned over to talk to Matt above the noise.
“You could at least try to look like you want to be here.”
“Shut up, Foggy,” Matt smiled. He was always amazed when his boi could tell exactly how he was doing, and find some way to make him feel better.
Foggy smacked him on the shoulder, “just try not to think about it too much.” As he finished talking, Karen made her way back to the table, very carefully carrying three glasses of punch, and amazingly not spilling them all over herself.
“I just had three people come up to me yelling about how happy they were to see me again and about how we should get together more. I have absolutely no idea who they were, but apparently we hung out in school, I guess?” she said, sitting down and taking a sip.