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Some things are just too simple.

Pick-pocketing is amateur work, but you see a fat wallet in a shallow pocket, sometimes you just can't pass that up.

If that wallet just so happens to hold a keycard that promises access to several closed rooms at the Waldorf, where a pre-show banquet is going to be held, you just can't leave that untouched.

And, if that pre-show banquet happens to be for the special unveiling of MoMA's latest acquisition -- a Piet Mondrian piece just small enough to slip into a briefcase -- well, there's only one expression suitable for that.

Like taking candy from a baby.


Neal slips into the party effortlessly, blending in well with the socialites and elitists. He's wearing his patented charming grin, and an expensive, well-tailored suit. He'll rub elbows for a while, sip at a drink, and then start working his way around the room.

Date: 2010-06-18 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
There is a shorter man behind him, fixing to walk up to beside him. Likely the only person there that could move as smoothly, but anyone looking wouldn't guess it.

"Here for the free canapés, the free Moët & Chandon, or fish eggs on crackers? Or simply window shopping?"

Asks the guy beside him.

Date: 2010-06-18 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
Neal grins, not turning to look at him.

"Oh, you know. I just can't resist a good party."

He takes a sip from his glass, making it look like he's drinking more than he actually is, and glances at Mozzie.

Date: 2010-06-18 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
"Oh yeah, call you the party animal. I always picture you more of a toga and beer kind of guy"

There could be a tongue in cheek here if your looking for it.

"What is about these painting people like I will never understand a kindergarten student could do better. I much like flowers better."

Date: 2010-06-22 02:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
Neal doesn't dignify that first comment with a response, though there's a bit of a bite to his even-tempered words when he says:

"Oh, come on, Moz. You're cramping my style."

He grins.

"And you can't compare Mondrian to Degas. Not only are the two in completely different categories, but I will disown you if you bring it up again."

Date: 2010-06-22 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
Mozzie looks over at him and tries to hide a smile.

"Like that could ever happen. You shouldn't look at art alone you have to have someone to talk about how lovely it is."

He looks back at the painting

"I don't think you can do that. Disown me that is. You need me."

Date: 2010-06-22 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
His smile never falters, but his voice does drop an octave.

"Did you get it, then?"

Date: 2010-06-22 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
Moz smiles at him then nods slowly as he looks at the painting as if nodding to it.

"This doubt it hurts me down deep."

He said softly sure only one person heard him.

Date: 2010-06-22 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
His blue eyes flash with a knowing light, and his smirk grows.

"When what I want is the confidence to leap."

Neal glances at the nearest window out of the corner of his eye. There's a potted plant beneath it.

"I love the colors in this painting," he grins, glancing at Mozzie. "Don't you?"

Date: 2010-06-22 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
"Then you know I'm here for you. I've been here for you no matter what you've done you know that."

He then looks at the painting and barely keeps his nose from curling.

"Yes, It's very deep and what not."

Moz smirks to him self. He hated it.

Date: 2010-06-22 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
It's almost too hard to keep himself from laughing at Moz, but his unshakable composure under pressure holds true.

"Well, it's been a pleasure."

He makes a show of reaching to shake Mozzie's hand.

Just two art lovers here, admiring a fine display. Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Date: 2010-06-22 05:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
"Like wise kind sir."

He shakes his hand carefully and no one would be able to detect the paper that passed hands with the map of where the cameras film and the schematics of the security.

Date: 2010-06-22 06:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mm-gabby.livejournal.com
Neal passes him one parting grin, and slips off toward the bar, pocketing his hand in one smooth motion.

He'll freshen up his drink and then wander to the next painting before unfolding the paper, and smiling at its contents.

Candy. From. A baby.

Slowly, he makes his way toward the window.

Date: 2010-06-22 06:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mmsqueaky.livejournal.com
There is an F.B.I. agent, walking up behind him as he smiles and wonders what the smooth looking Abercrombie & Fitch model and the shorter he's not sure how do describe man.

Walking up behind Neal he smiles. "I think you're missing the art."

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