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07 November 2010 @ 12:22 pm
White Collar Fic: Look Sharp  
Written for whitecollar100 Challenge #018 – Check

Title: Look Sharp
Pairing/Characters: Neal, Trent/OFC, OFC
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 600
Spoilers: Company Man
Summary: Neal runs into co-worker Trent from Novice Systems in a bar
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"George! Buddy!"

Apparently the down side of going undercover in New York City while you lived there was running into your marks after the fact, in this case an annoying marketing guy who thought he was just a former co-worker from Novice Systems.

"Trent," Neal shook the man's hand in resigned greeting, blinking at the cloud of alcohol vapors that surrounded the man like an 70 proof fog as he tugged Neal towards the bar. "Didn't expect to see you again."

"Just my luck!" Trent exclaimed, slinging a way too friendly arm around his neck before lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I'm totally making time with this woman, but she's got a friend with her. And me without a wingman!" He all but shoved Neal at two women standing by the bar. "Sandra... Haley... This is my buddy George."

"Good evening, ladies," Neal said politely. "I hope Trent's showing you a good time."

"Most definitely," Sandra agreed, sidling up to Trent. It was hard to tell who was drunker, but it was clear Haley was much annoyed with the both of them.

"Oh, yeah. I'm having the time of my life." Haley's clear sarcasm was lost on the other two, but Neal gave her an commisserating smile.

"Hey Sandra," Trent slurred. "While these two are getting to know each other, why don't I show you my new car? It's a brand new BMW."

"Ooh!" Sandra perked up even as she wobbled, tipsy on her high heels. "A Beemer!"

"Check you out with the new car!" Neal told Trent, shaking his hand again then patting him on the shoulder. "You're the man!"

"You know it, dog!" Trent led Sandra away, hand so low it was almost on her ass. "Come on, baby. Wait until you see what I've got."


Once they were gone, Neal was left alone with Haley.

Haley let out a long frustrated breath as if she could finally speak freely.

"God, he's such an ass!"

"One day Trent will get what's coming to him. Until then..." He pulled Trent's wallet out of his pocket and removed some bills from it, handing them to Haley. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind funding your cab ride home."

She fingered the bills hesitantly. "What about Sandra?"

"You're right." Neal handed her the rest of the cash. "That should be enough to bail her out for drunk and disorderly. And these..." He pulled Trent's keys out as well. "Will make sure Trent doesn't end up with a DUI."

"How did you do that?" Haley asked, amazed as Neal flagged down a bartender.

Neal grinned, ever the showman. "You think that's good? Check this out!" Out of seemingly nowhere he produced Trent's watch as well. As Haley still glowed with awe, he turned to the waiting bartender.

"Hi, can you make sure not to give these back to the man in the driver's license photo until tomorrow when he's sober again? Thanks." He handed over the keys, watch and wallet to the bartender who nodded, smirking.

Haley looked down at the wad of cash in her hands. "There's a lot of money here..." The corners of her lips curled up in a wry grin. "I know a secret club that allows gambling. Want to come help me turn this into some real money?"

An illegal gambling establishment: a new case he could bring Peter that was far more exciting than yet another mortgage fraud. The night was starting to look up.

He held out his arm to Haley graciously, already making mental notes on how to get her immunity.

"I'm all yours."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on November 7th, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)
I confess the first version of this fic came out over 500 words, thus the need for two drabbles. /headdesk/

Title and some content inspired by the Joe Jackson song Look Sharp, which contains the following lyrics:

Big shot, thanks a lot
Gotta go it's getting late
I got a date with my tailor now
Thanks for putting me so straight
Tell me how they run the crime down every street
But check your watch and wallet now
Before I go and you're too late

You gotta look sharp
You gotta look sharp
And you gotta have no illusions
Just keep going your way looking over your shoulder

And really, isn't Neal the epitome of a Sharp Dressed Man? ;-)


Emma DeMarais
.afiawri on November 7th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
Fantastic use of a minor character. I particularly loved how Neal kept revealing how much of Trent's stuff he'd taken. And then your OCs were beautifully developed but never felt in the way. Great fic!
ladygray99: WC100ladygray99 on November 19th, 2010 04:15 am (UTC)
Snirk! I love Neal pickpocketing for (sort of) good. Getting the keys at any rate. I also love the way Neal is now thinking of cases instead of cons first. :-)