“And she just left! Middle of the night. Just dipped. Can you believe that?” Foggy slurs, downing his fourth shot that night. Or.. was it his fifth? He’s lost track.

You certainly haven’t. Unlike what his current topic of conversation would lead you to believe, you’re not actually his therapist. Just an underpaid bartender.

You recently got a new job at Jose’s in Hell’s Kitchen. You expected rough customers, maybe some violent drunks. What you didn’t expect was a trio of eccentric lawyers drinking themselves stupid on a weekly basis.

For Foggy, it’s less than weekly.