A White Collar Fandom Dinner Party

[elrhiarhodan]

Welcome to a White Collar Dinner party - you are a most welcome guest, along with Neal, Peter, Elizabeth, Moz, June, Lauren, Diana, Hughes, Jones and any other WC character you want to bring along - preferably one who isn't in jail (Edward Riley and Agent Ruiz may make for interesting dinner guests).  

All you have to do is write a drabble of dialogue between some of those characters at the party - a couple of paragraphs.  It could be anything - comments about the food, the decor, gossip about the host, or even a crossover discussion, e.g., "did you hear about Michael Weston?  He got burned badly in Miami? Or even treat another show as just that - a tv program (did you watch Supernatural last week, can you believe what they did to ___________? (but no major spoilers, please).

If you want to write porn -- that's wonderful too - but be prepared for your characters to get caught in the act.  Participants should be prepared for comment fic - continuing the dialogue or cutting it off, or changing the direction completely.

Contribute as often as you want - new dialogue or comment dialogue to anything that strikes your fancy. 

At the end of June, I'll post the complete dialogue as a fic.

HAVE FUN YOU CRAZY CATS!

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[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

"Is this a spoonful of soup?" Peter asked, frowning. Elizabeth and Neal had just brought out the first course, and --

"I think that's called an amuse bouche." Jones looked up from his glass of wine, looking like he was trying not to smile.

"Oh, Agent Jones, you cook? I had no idea!"

"Nope, sorry, Neal. I just watch a lot of the food network." He picked up the spoon and drank the liquid in one long sip. "Ooh, Mrs. Burke. Coriander mint shooter?"

"Got it in one," El replied from her place beside Peter. "So, do we have any more surprise experts at the table?"

[elrhiarhodan]

"Neal, remind me why we're here again? There's nothing to steal, the food's too small and the place is giving me the creeps."

"Moz, hush. El's doing this gig -- it's a political thing. And the castle's kind of nice -- in a nouveau riche kind of way."

"But the books are fake -- this is supposed to be a library, and they've got FAKE BOOKS. Fake law books at that."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

El leaned over and whispered in Neal's ear, "Look at the way Diana is talking to Cruz. Do you think there's something going on between them?" Neal loved the soft tickle of El's breath, but glanced nervously around to see if anyone noticed that Mrs. Burke was acting a little too familiar with the convict in his care. The last thing they needed was for the team to find out about them.

He looked then at Diana, whose hand was lingering on Cruz's shoulder, fingers almost stroking the bare arm above Cruz's black strapless cocktail dress. They were talking animatedly, Cruz with her playful grin and Diana with that knowing smile, full of intent. Still in the flirtation stage, Neal concluded, but well on their way.

For a moment, Neal imagined what they would look like together, imagined Diana watching with a piercing gaze as Cruz stepped out of the dress, thought of Cruz delicately unzipping Diana out her violet gown. The quickening of Lauren's breath as Diana laid kisses down her neck. The feel of Diana's breast in Lauren's strong hands...

Enough of that,Neal told himself, You're not some frat boy who thinks that your good friends - who happen to be beautiful brilliant women - are there to provide fantasy material for the horny men watching them. You are not this vulgar.

El leaned over again, and whispered, "I think there's something there, don't you? Can you imagine the two of them together? I'm getting wet just picturing the two of them together, just taking turns eating each other out again and again and again. I bet Cruz is a screamer."

Neal choked on his wine and had a minor coughing fit. Peter looked concerned and tried - and failed - to help by slapping Neal on the back, but eventually he recovered and went back to looking innocent. Mozzie was concerned for a second too, but seeing El's smirk, he guessed the reason for Neal's sudden failure to function, and just rolled his eyes.

[surreal-44.livejournal.com]

(( Note: I realize that this is not the most likely scenario, but I thought it would be fun. If it stumps people, I'll happily pull it down and re-write. :-) )

While Neal had been choking on his drink, Jones had received a phone call. "My date's here," he explained, and got up with a murmured apology to escort her inside.

Neal had barely recovered from nearly asphyxiating himself when Jones returned with his date. Neal blinked at the attractive woman sashaying into the room, hanging on Jones's arm as if she were really having a good time.

She looked good, Neal thought somewhat hysterically. That little red dress was sure to attract a lot of attention. Peter stiffened beside him as a nervous Jones helped the woman into her chair.

Alex beamed at the gathering. Neal grabbed the wine glass and drank too quickly. He started choking again. Peter, ever his hero, thumped him on the back, even as he shot the younger agent a surprised look.

"Er...I bumped into her the other day," Jones said. He had the grace to look sheepish. "I needed a plus one, and she was free..."

"You invited a fence to dinner? Here of all places?" Peter hissed at him. "Unbelievable."

"Nice to see you too," Alex said with an easy grin. "Don't worry, Agent Burke. I promised to behave. And I'll even let Clinton search me when we leave."

"Clinton?" Peter demanded. "You're on a first name basis with her?"

Mozzie was studiously examining the silverware and pretending he hadn't noticed the sudden tension on his end of the table. He had engaged Elizabeth into an in-depth conversation, even though both of them were trying to listen and watch the unfolding scene with amused interest.

Neal finally managed to stop coughing. He gave Alex a weak wave. "Alex, so nice to see you."

[asimaiyat.livejournal.com]

Alex/Jones!!! What a great surprise pairing! (not that I'm a massive Alex fangirl or anything... >_>)

[surreal-44.livejournal.com]

(( Since I apparently killed the dinner party, you want me to go again? 'Cause I can :-D ))

[surreal-44.livejournal.com]

Mozzie gave up all pretense of talking to Elizabeth when Alex purposely let her hand linger on Jones's arm. Peter had his "fed face" on. It was Neal Mozzie was worried about. He had seen the younger man working a con enough times to recognize that frozen smile and the small quiver in his biceps. Neal's temper was just getting ready to boil over and the result of that was never pretty.

He needed a distraction. "You're a bad influence," Mozzie blurted out, and pointed at Peter. "This is all your fault!"

Peter looked insulted at first, and then puzzled. "What exactly is my fault?" he asked with some confusion.

"This!" Mozzie waved his hands expressively at the gathering. The ice in Neal's eyes had faded and now he was staring at Mozzie with a mixture of horror and bemusement.

"Neal's here, with feds he calls his friends. Alex is on a date with a fed. I'm here! With feds! It's unnatural I tell you. Completely unnatural."