White Collar Suits Neal Caffrey Novels & Stories

He twisted the cap off and proceeded to fill up each of our shot glasses. Neal was getting more and more agitated with the collar of his Dr. Strange cape. It seemed to be obscuring his view from left to right and causing him to fidget more than he usually would. The only costume item that he didn’t need was the set of prominent eyebrows that came with the suit. Neal had a perfectly good bushy pair of his own that were always fixed into a permanent scowl.

It was already six thirty in the evening, and Nelson had just stepped out of his room looking so sleek in his dinner wear. He is putting on a golden suit with golden pant trouser to go with it and a black shirt on the inside, a silver necklace and hand chain with a wrist watch to go with it. He also had on a black Alexander McQueen Skull Embellished Loafers which made his dressing exude luxury, style and sophistication which matched his personality a little too well.

, and bankrolled by a silent investor who’d been dead for nine years. Not a single trail pointing back to me, just the way I liked it. So while the Capones strutted around, pretending this old speakeasy was neutral, I sat there knowing every brick, every camera, every bottle, every man on the payroll was mine and they were negotiating on my carpet without even realizing it. I leaned back in my chair, letting the dim lights catch on the colour of my suit. Midnight charcoal, tailored within an inch of perfection. Unlike the Capones’ favorite funeral-black uniforms.

Not that I'm not randomly bitter or anything. "Hey I picked you up a coffee, one sugar. Exactly how you take it." Cody grins at me like he should get a freaking medal because he remembered the drink his girlfriend of four years preferred. It's coffee and a single sugar packet, not complicated. Saturday morning...afternoon and Cody's dressed to impress as ever. A navy suit blazer hangs over the back of his chair while he wears a pressed white shirt with a red tie. His hair gelled with the perfect amount of fluff on top rounds out his image. It's his power outfit. He must mean business.