White Collar: This House Is A Magivc Show 1??
Title: This House Is A Magic Show 1/?
Wordcount: 661
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal, Alex, Mozzie with eventual (Neal/Alex/Mozzie/Peter/El)
Notes: AU where Kate is still dead (for suspicious reasons) Neal, Alex and Mozzie are con artists (as per usual) and travelling magicians and Peter and El are still pretty much themselves.
Disclaimer: Do not own a damn thing
Summary: It was a good night, a profitable one but things still aren't quite right.
They're not really big enough to be called a troupe, three people does not make a troupe (neither did four people but they don't talk about that). They're not quite a band either, band doesn't suit them at all.
They are just.,..them. Travellers, performers, people who were meant to entertain.
They preform in clubs and bars you would think wouldn't hire them. That's Neal's doing, he can be very convincing when he wants to be. Alex draws in the crowd with her smile and her tricks and, of course, her breasts. None of them are shy about their gifts, natural or supernatural. Mozzie sets everything up and makes sure that nothing can go wrong. He's vital to pulling things off, even if he doesn't draw in the crowd.
And then they put on a show.
It varies from night to night, depending on who's bored with what and what they're in the mood to do. Sometimes Alex cuts off her hands and sometimes Neal steals all the wallets in the room. Sometimes there are animals out from nowhere and sometimes there are more of them than there should be.
It all depends really, all depends on the mood.
And really, it's not the show that the people care about. It's the charm. Neal and Alex are great on stage together and Mozzie has his own strange appeal. He can be funny and wry and people like him more than one would think. Together the three of them put on a good show.
Then, at the end of the night they clean up and return to their hotel room, that much richer and that much less bored.
This time, it's a room that Neal managed to get them with a smile and a wave of his hand. It barely took any magic at all to get the woman to give him the keys but they're as much cons as they are practitioners.
Alex flops on the bed, her eyes closing. It's nice, doing their thing, pulling off shows, but it feels good to lay down too.
Mozzie sits at the table, his expression actually relaxed now that they were safely within the hotel room walls.
Neal remains standing.
"We need to do another show tomorrow," he says with a sigh and a tension in his voice that both of the other two recognize on cue.
Mozzie looks up. "That wasn't enough?"
"Not really," Neal admits, the frustration clear in his voice.. "It's still there. It wants out, Moz. It's under my skin."
Alex sighs, rolling onto her stomach to peer at Neal. "Look," she says. "We'll do a few street shows in the next couple of days. Will that work?"
Neal shrugs, his head leaning back to lightly hit the wall. "I don't know," he admits. "It's driving me nuts. I feel like I can't do enough, like it's just going to keep building and building until there's nothing left but the damn magic."
"Well," Mozzie says with a very matter-of-fact tone. "If we don't keep moving, that's what's going to happen."
Neal swallows hard. "Thanks for that, Mozzie, I really needed that reminder right now."
"Happy to help," he says.
Alex rolls her eyes and throws a pillow at Mozzie. "Street shows,' she says again. "We'll work the city for a couple of days, maybe pull a real job or two, that should settle the magic. If not we'll figure something out."
Neal sighs, closing his eyes and walking over to the bed, flopping down. "Yeah, okay. It's not like we can do anything else."
"Exactly," Alex says,. "So lighten up, Caffrey. We put on a good dhow tonight."
He grins a little. "We did, didn't we?"
Mozzie holds up the cash they managed to acquire. "Oh, I'd say we did."
The three of them just grin at each other, all thoughts of magic and power and everything else pushed out of their minds, if just for a moment.
Wordcount: 661
Rating: PG
Characters: Neal, Alex, Mozzie with eventual (Neal/Alex/Mozzie/Peter/El)
Notes: AU where Kate is still dead (for suspicious reasons) Neal, Alex and Mozzie are con artists (as per usual) and travelling magicians and Peter and El are still pretty much themselves.
Disclaimer: Do not own a damn thing
Summary: It was a good night, a profitable one but things still aren't quite right.
They're not really big enough to be called a troupe, three people does not make a troupe (neither did four people but they don't talk about that). They're not quite a band either, band doesn't suit them at all.
They are just.,..them. Travellers, performers, people who were meant to entertain.
They preform in clubs and bars you would think wouldn't hire them. That's Neal's doing, he can be very convincing when he wants to be. Alex draws in the crowd with her smile and her tricks and, of course, her breasts. None of them are shy about their gifts, natural or supernatural. Mozzie sets everything up and makes sure that nothing can go wrong. He's vital to pulling things off, even if he doesn't draw in the crowd.
And then they put on a show.
It varies from night to night, depending on who's bored with what and what they're in the mood to do. Sometimes Alex cuts off her hands and sometimes Neal steals all the wallets in the room. Sometimes there are animals out from nowhere and sometimes there are more of them than there should be.
It all depends really, all depends on the mood.
And really, it's not the show that the people care about. It's the charm. Neal and Alex are great on stage together and Mozzie has his own strange appeal. He can be funny and wry and people like him more than one would think. Together the three of them put on a good show.
Then, at the end of the night they clean up and return to their hotel room, that much richer and that much less bored.
This time, it's a room that Neal managed to get them with a smile and a wave of his hand. It barely took any magic at all to get the woman to give him the keys but they're as much cons as they are practitioners.
Alex flops on the bed, her eyes closing. It's nice, doing their thing, pulling off shows, but it feels good to lay down too.
Mozzie sits at the table, his expression actually relaxed now that they were safely within the hotel room walls.
Neal remains standing.
"We need to do another show tomorrow," he says with a sigh and a tension in his voice that both of the other two recognize on cue.
Mozzie looks up. "That wasn't enough?"
"Not really," Neal admits, the frustration clear in his voice.. "It's still there. It wants out, Moz. It's under my skin."
Alex sighs, rolling onto her stomach to peer at Neal. "Look," she says. "We'll do a few street shows in the next couple of days. Will that work?"
Neal shrugs, his head leaning back to lightly hit the wall. "I don't know," he admits. "It's driving me nuts. I feel like I can't do enough, like it's just going to keep building and building until there's nothing left but the damn magic."
"Well," Mozzie says with a very matter-of-fact tone. "If we don't keep moving, that's what's going to happen."
Neal swallows hard. "Thanks for that, Mozzie, I really needed that reminder right now."
"Happy to help," he says.
Alex rolls her eyes and throws a pillow at Mozzie. "Street shows,' she says again. "We'll work the city for a couple of days, maybe pull a real job or two, that should settle the magic. If not we'll figure something out."
Neal sighs, closing his eyes and walking over to the bed, flopping down. "Yeah, okay. It's not like we can do anything else."
"Exactly," Alex says,. "So lighten up, Caffrey. We put on a good dhow tonight."
He grins a little. "We did, didn't we?"
Mozzie holds up the cash they managed to acquire. "Oh, I'd say we did."
The three of them just grin at each other, all thoughts of magic and power and everything else pushed out of their minds, if just for a moment.