Exquisite, Chapter 13

Title: Exquisite
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Neal is finding a place for himself, both at the Bureau and in Peter and Elizabeth's life. Unraveling the mystery of the music box might ruin everything -- but that's a risk he has to take.

( The next morning, Peter put on the shirt that made his skin look warm and the tie that made his shirt look tacky, asking Neal which knot to tie. )

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I have decided for our purposes that the week ended on Friday. It's a new week now, and this is a new week that has begun with breakfast sandwiches. I make a mean sausage patty (pork, spices, cast iron, and serve!) and I have an egg cooker that makes perfect oval poached eggs with runny yolks, which are then placed delicately on top of the sausage on a toasted roll with cheese.

WHO WANTS ONE?

Anyway. Have some Exquisite! I think this chapter is my favourite and, to my shame, it's mostly because of the OCs in it. I have developed an enduring fondness for Captain Shattuck and his faithful sidekick Sergeant Calhoun and Shattuck's boyfriend Deke. (Granted, Shattuck is actually nicked from the show, and I really hope one day we get to meet him.) Tomorrow is the last chapter of Exquisite until the end of S2, but I'm kind of toying with doing some weird little quasi-original coda about Enright's Bar and Shattuck's backstory with Peter and Calhoun's amused opinion of the Fibbie's hot pet crook.

Title: Exquisite, Chapter 13
Rating: NC-17
The next morning, Peter put on the shirt that made his skin look warm and the tie that made his shirt look tacky, asking Neal which knot to tie.

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Lorenzo is back.

Well, Lorenzo II. He's bigger and bolder than his predecessor, but I think I caught him earlier, because I haven't found nearly as much evidence of him having parties in my pantry. Once he's caught I'll go back through it AGAIN and make sure, but this time at least I inspected it and nothing but a loaf of bread has been gnawed on. (Italian bread, once more. I'm never fucking buying this stuff again.)

All the food has gone into tupperware, until I ran out of tupperware. The rest is in the fridge. You're not getting my goddamn noodles this time, you little asshole!

In the meantime, I've put down the remaining traps that my landlord sent me (not glue traps, don't worry, I'm angry but not vindictive) and hopefully he will die quickly.

And then I'll get to clean my kitchen with bleach again.

Apparently last week did not end on Friday. If it stretches into next week, I'm seriously considering hiring a priest.