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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[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... >_>)