307/Beer is Not Bribery

Beer is Not Bribery
Date of Scene:	07 May 2017
Location:	Nelson and Murdock, New York City
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Foggy Nelson, Karrin Murphy

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Foggy Nelson has posed:
It's a slow day. Correction: it's another slow day. The Nelson of Nelson and Murdock is at Karen's desk, elbow planted on a bit of free space and palm trying to hold up his cheek while he drifts into an almost-nap. He has a book open in front of him, and it appears to be one of those really thick lawyering tomes that are filled with big words and convoluted definitions that he's spent most of his adult life making sense of, but now are suitable substitutions to over-the-counter sleep-aids. There's a sign posted on the door that has his name on it, and it reads in blocky -- but still feminine print -- 'RAT INSIDE, SOMEONE CALLED, DO NOT OPEN, DO NOT TRY TO APPREHEND.'

Yup, it's definitely a slow day.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
Good cops, the kind of cops that the street level types actually trust, that the kids KNOW will let an idiot kid off on occasion and are actually just trying to clean up the city? Those kind of cops have ears everywhere. Enough ears that Karrin, even across a bridge, can get a few whispers on when a good day to duck her head in Nelson and Murdock might be, and when they are overwhelmed with fruitcake and banana bread cases. The rare day where SHE can get across the bridge, doesn't have overtime or a split shift and they are calm? It might happen once a month. But when it does, it's almost inevitable that the short spitfire of a blonde will show up with the best beer this side of the Mississippi and a worried sort of smile. It's just what she does.

This happens to be one of those lucky days. In a pair of jeans, tank top and her most broken in, comfy leather jacket, Karrin Murphy raps twice before sticking her head in the door, "...You let cops in here if we bring beer? I swear it's not a bribe. Just... payin' the toll for being the enemy, you know." She states in that teasing, gruffly deadpan tone as she holds out a sixpack of Mac's last winter ale of the season, sticking in through the door before her whole body even comes in.

Foggy Nelson has posed:
"I object," Foggy blurts out blearily as the arrival of Karrin Murphy jolts him out of his nap. He rocking forward on the chair, and it rolls a bit sideways under the awkward motion. He realizes where he is, taking quick stock of the room and its details before his eyes settle on the sight of the detective. He grimaces a bit, rubbing at his eye. "Ah, uh... Lieutenant Murphy." He pulls himself up to his feet, smiling a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, caught me." He holds up his hands in honest acceptance. He's not talking himself out of this one. Then he starts to maneuver around Karen's desk, flashing a look to his office which is still neatly quarantined. Finally, he acknowledges the presence of the six-pack, and his smile returns with that light, boyish quality. "We accept beer. Cm'on in."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
The shorter woman walks inside, catching sight of that sign and the blocky writing. Karrin arches both brows with a long look, "...someone finally wall up one of the Westies? I heart they bite." She mutters with a half smirk, walking over to Karen's desk and setting down the six pack before she tugs forward one of the client chairs and plops easily down into it. Her left arm, the one that wasn't holding the beer, moves *just* a bit stiffly. She's careful not to move the chair with it, but Foggy might be too tired to catch notice of such details. Otherwise, she's her regular old self. "Karrin. Or Murph. I'm out of uniform today... Social call. Just checking in, really." It's never *just* a check-in, not between cops and defense lawyers, but the blonde tries to keep it as casual and friendly as possible.

Foggy Nelson has posed:
Foggy glances at the sign again, and then offers a sheepish shrug. "I tried to tell Karen that I'm pretty sure that it's going to go back out the way it came, but she's convinced she has it trapped in there. So..." He shrugs helplessly, hands out and palms up. "I heard it scratching around a while ago, so for all I know, it's in there." He squints suspiciously at the door before he steps forward to join the detective, leaving the receptionist desk to take up a chair where they usually interview new clients. He offers a small grin at her corrections, and he nods. "Whatever you say, Lieutenant." He carefully plucks up the beer, and rolls it between his palms for a few moments. "You know, Matt does that, too... calls something it isn't. You got something for us to help you with, or are you here to take care of my rat problem?"

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"...If you got a real rat problem, I mean, it's a little out of my jurisdiction, but... I know Lieutenant Conners. He's a good guy. I'm sure he could get down here with some raid. Or at least half of the 52nd precinct. Get half a dozen of 'em and they might be able to find a rat in a weekend." Karrin half smirks, giving a slightly TOO innocent look as she says it. She then sinks her shoulders back into the chair, trying to actually relax, but it's not something she's too good at. Not these days. Her smirk deepens a bit at the thought of Matt. "He just plays the game a bit better. And yet, you're the nice one... I know you'll tell it like it is, and I know you don't hate me. Never can really tell with him." She's still dancing around it. A slight sigh follows, smirk falling away. "There might not be a problem... but... well... There's some bad shit that's come into town. I was hoping you might keep ears open this side of the river. Coins. Antique coins. Like... thirty pieces of silver shit kind of coins."

Foggy Nelson has posed:
Foggy actually laughs, and seems to enjoy the moment of humor as he settles deeper into the chair. "I don't know what we have. But I'll respect Karen's sign." Beat pause. "For now." Then he pops open the beer, thankful for the light noise it makes as the pressure is released. He takes a sip, relishing in the good brew. It gives him a chance to just listen to Karrin as she introduces her problem. He frowns slightly with each passing detail. His brows arch high. "Uh, was that a Judas reference?" He looks around, suddenly wishing Matt was about. Devout Catholic as he is, this is definitely in Murdock territory.

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"Yeah...supposedly." Karrin breathes out quietly, trying to figure out how to explain this all to someone as nice and normal as Foggy Nelson. But she's not a woman who worries easily and she looks worried. Genuinely worried. She pushes her right hand back through her short hair, pulling it off of her lacking of sleep lined face. "One came through Gotham last week and... drove a woman utterly batshit. Crazier than the worst of meth-head drugs. I don't know if they're coated with something, or... It's complicated. But you touch one and it's bad news. People will die. I'm still working on piecing it together but Gotham's small change compared to New York most days. If some... out break of this hits here..." She sighs and shakes her head, unfolding from the chair and standing once more. "I know you aren't cops, but you have more ears and eyes on these streets than most. Keep'em open for me?"

Foggy Nelson has posed:
Foggy blinks several times. "But, coins don't do that." There's that bright note of skepticism even after everything else he's seen and heard lately. Then he rubs his hand back through his hair, dragging back some of the shag as he does. "Alright. Coins. I'll keep an ear to the ground about that, but... maybe it's like something on the coin? Hyper-crazy lead poisoning?" He's trying to make it work, but even he knows that, that isn't it. He takes a bigger drink from the beer, staring off into the middle ground for a few moments to process. When he looks back, she's asking him to keep an eye and/or ear out and he nods automatically because, well, Karrin is good people. "Yeah, I can do that... sure. Crazy coins."

Karrin Murphy has posed:
"Hyper-lead poisoning is... a definite possibility. I certainly wasn't touching the one we got to test the theory. Church has it now. It's... complicated. But keep ears open. Let your partner know. And maybe tell him to pray for a woman named Suzanne Nunez. She got the worst of it so far." Karrin gives a slight shrug, not always on the best of terms with God, but still a woman who respects Him. One last, deep breath and she gives Foggy a small salute. "Give Karen my best. Try not to snore too loud, you'll wake your roommate." She points to the rat-holding room as she moves for the door again herself. "Always a pleasure, Mr. Nelson. And I like the hair... Shaggy looks good on you." She tosses him a wink across her shoulder, then short and fiesty is out the door, barely even leaving the scent of cop behind on her way out.