prompt table { 2016 } 100 situations

[iluvroadrunner6]

Because I intend to finish this table one way or the other - please feel free to claim prompts from the list below. Anything with a link or a strikethrough is off limits, but otherwise, comment below and I will mark your prompts as claimed!

001.	Tired	002.	Back Alley	003.	Sunrise	004.	Late	005.	Son
006.	Hot	007.	Friend	008.	Floor	009.	Cheat	010.	Think
011.	Disgust	012.	Shelter	013.	Borrow	014.	Chair	015.	Alter
016.	Peace	017.	Beach	018.	True	019.	Crazy	020.	Love
021.	New	022.	Beggar	023.	False	024.	Happy	025.	Cancer
026.	Pickpocket	027.	Reverse	028.	Deliver	029.	Arrival	030.	Fall
031.	Knife	032.	Torn	033.	Danger	034.	Neutral	035.	Mate
036.	Fly	037.	Loud	038.	Touch	039.	Seek	040.	Argue
041.	Work	042.	Sink	043.	Nut	044.	Stuck	045.	Animal
046.	Pray	047.	Kill	048.	Light	049.	Cold	050.	Affair
051.	Restaurant	052.	Movie	053.	Wait	054.	Patient	055.	Crime
056.	Choke	057.	Fever	058.	Summer	059.	Eat	060.	Thirst
061.	Chance	062.	Appear	063.	Whisper	064.	Day	065.	Scream
066.	Fail	067.	Confused	068.	Smile	069.	Come	070.	Alone
071.	Fast	072.	Slow	073.	Return	074.	Fire	075.	Positive
076.	Baby	077.	Upset	078.	Kitchen	079.	Winter	080.	Ignorant
081.	Fool	082.	Afraid	083.	Prison	084.	Sex	085.	Hate
086.	Alarm	087.	Genius	088.	Negative	089.	Flood	090.	Bomb
091.	Hospital	092.	Trap	093.	Celebrate	094.	Old	095.	Disappear
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Prompts Written: 100/100
Total Word Count: 124,261 words

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in the late night establishments | tvdverse/white collar | 866 words

[alias_savant]

When Rebekah returns from New Orleans, she is need of distraction more than anything else.

He remembers when he left his mother in witness protection, consciously aware that he’d never be able to see her again. He hadn’t felt it at the time, angry over being lied to for so many years of his life, but oddly enough when he was in prison, he began to feel the regret of it all, of leaving behind the person who was just trying to protect him. Rebekah’s situation is worse, as it’s a choice that’s not really a choice at all – it was either her ability to see her siblings or Hope, and Neal knows that no one in that family, even himself, would choose anyone else over Hope. It doesn’t make it sting less, however, so when Rebekah needs a distraction, he gets together with Mozzie and does what he and Mozzie do best.

They plan a heist.

Which is how the trio of them wind up in Monaco, rolling through the casinos and managing to snag a few art pieces on the way. Eventually one thing leads to another, and Neal winds up being challenged to a poker match in order to keep their prize. It isn’t part of the plan, at least it isn’t part of their original plan, but the three of them are nothing if not reactive, and Neal is ready to play. Or, at least, that’s what he leads their mark to believe.

“Do you think you can see his hand in the mirror if you sit at the bar?”

Leopold is already seated at the poker table as Neal helps Rebekah with her coat at the entryway, voice a low whisper so that they can’t be overheard. Rebekah’s eyes dart to the barstool for a moment, before giving a small shrug. “I can certainly try. What did you have in mind?”

“I can hear you if you whisper.” He takes the ticket from the coat check girl, tucking it in his pocket as he adjusts his suit. “Just let me know what his hand is.”

“You are aware that’s cheating.” She takes his arm as they make their way in. “If you’re going to rig the game, why don’t you compel him?”

“Because there’s no fun in compelling someone in a situation like this. Especially since you can’t compel a card deck.” He smirks as they make their way closer. “Don’t worry. It’ll be fun.”

She raises an eyebrow at that, but kisses him on the cheek as she makes her way over to the bar. “I’m going to order a drink.”

Leopold’s eyes glance over the blond as she leaves and raises an eyebrow. “I thought this was a one on one game.”

“It is,” Neal settles at the table across from him, unbuttoning his suit jacket as he does. “But she does intend to have me back in one piece. I think she figured you wouldn’t shoot me in front of a lady.”

“Probably right, if I were a shooting man to begin with.” He shifts as he settles in his seat before gesturing for the dealer to take their position at the head of the table. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?”

“Let’s,” Neal agrees with a nod, and with that, the game begins.

* * * * *

Neal’s played better games of poker. His tells are all over the place, he calls where he should have folded, and it doesn’t take many rounds before Leopold happily regains his property and heads back to his room at the casino. Neal makes his way over to pay Rebekah’s tab at the bar, and her brow furrows for a moment, clearly confused.

“I gave you every hand. Why did you lose?”

“Because I wasn’t cheating to win. I was cheating to lose.”

That only seems to confuse her more, and she gets to her feet and takes his arm again to make their way out. “Why on Earth would you cheat to lose?”

“Because if he thinks he got his property back, he’s less likely to be a sore loser and call the cops.”

There’s another pause as she processes that, still confused because Neal did return a painting to him, but a second later, her eyes light up with understand. “You gave him one of the forgeries.”

“Yep,” Neal nods. “And we should probably get Mozzie and get the hell out of Monaco before he figures it out.”

Rebekah laughs in response, letting him gather their coats and make their way out of the restaurant before she leans in and kisses his cheek gently. “Thank you, Neal. This was just the distraction I needed.”

He smiles in return, before turning back to her with a nod. “Anytime. I’m just glad I could help.”

Rebekah nods again, leaning into his shoulder for a moment, before looking up to the night sky. “Do you think we could send Mozzie back to New York with the paintings and just travel for a while? I’m feeling a bit of wanderlust.”

Neal nods as a cab pulls up, before opening the door for her with a flourish. “Your wish is my command.”