The problem with going up against lawyers was that they were chatty and annoying and generally wasted your time. The problem with going up against a competent lawyer was that they were like hitting a brick wall of legal terminology.
All Mozzie wanted was time enough to clear out Friday before the place was hyper-renovated into yet another place of mass-habitation (like New York didn't have enough of those already). Yes, he couldn't argue against providing the low-income masses affordable but decent living conditions, but it had been his living condition first, and he had made himself extra comfortable thinking the place would never be sold. That meant a lot of stuff to be moved.
Moz's own fault, Neal had said, for making it his home slash storage unit for high-tech Russian surplus, much of which was heavy, most of which couldn't be moved in broad daylight. He needed time, and he had thought tossing a few ancient native American arrow heads and a necklace into a hole the construction guys had dug would buy him that time.
The landlord's attorney - Harry, Henry, Harvey, whatever Specter - wasn't buying the artifacts let alone buying Mozzie as an expert in ancient antiquities (which Mozzie was the most offended by. He'd worked hard on those credentials, had to splurge on special inks and papers and do some all-night hacking to make it happen).
They met in semi-private at Specter's request, a nice little outdoor restaurant in Soho. Mozzie argued, he thought, smartly, creating a maze of legality and political correctness and academia. Harvey argued just as smart, backed up by the little verbal pitbull pup that had accompanied him. The kid had looked like the proverbial deer-in-the-headlights, the naive noob up until Harvey asked him to quote word for word this article or that past case. And the kid did, perfectly, and, oh, it was on. It was so very on.
They hit a stalemate and promised to finish it tomorrow at a restaurant of Mozzie's choice, within Neal's two mile radius. It was with much bribery (wine, finding dirt on a very scary guy for a case Mozzie had wanted nothing to do with, and accompanying Neal to an exhibit Mozzie also wanted nothing to do with because it was boring, and he was sure Neal making him go was for revenge on being forced to spar with lawyers, not for company) that Neal accompanied Mozzie as his associate - associate in academia but it wasn't Neal's knowledge in law Mozzie was after, it was his silver tongue.
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War of the Words Pt. 1 (G) White Collar/Suits
Date: 2011-08-13 07:48 pm (UTC)From:All Mozzie wanted was time enough to clear out Friday before the place was hyper-renovated into yet another place of mass-habitation (like New York didn't have enough of those already). Yes, he couldn't argue against providing the low-income masses affordable but decent living conditions, but it had been his living condition first, and he had made himself extra comfortable thinking the place would never be sold. That meant a lot of stuff to be moved.
Moz's own fault, Neal had said, for making it his home slash storage unit for high-tech Russian surplus, much of which was heavy, most of which couldn't be moved in broad daylight. He needed time, and he had thought tossing a few ancient native American arrow heads and a necklace into a hole the construction guys had dug would buy him that time.
The landlord's attorney - Harry, Henry, Harvey, whatever Specter - wasn't buying the artifacts let alone buying Mozzie as an expert in ancient antiquities (which Mozzie was the most offended by. He'd worked hard on those credentials, had to splurge on special inks and papers and do some all-night hacking to make it happen).
They met in semi-private at Specter's request, a nice little outdoor restaurant in Soho. Mozzie argued, he thought, smartly, creating a maze of legality and political correctness and academia. Harvey argued just as smart, backed up by the little verbal pitbull pup that had accompanied him. The kid had looked like the proverbial deer-in-the-headlights, the naive noob up until Harvey asked him to quote word for word this article or that past case. And the kid did, perfectly, and, oh, it was on. It was so very on.
They hit a stalemate and promised to finish it tomorrow at a restaurant of Mozzie's choice, within Neal's two mile radius. It was with much bribery (wine, finding dirt on a very scary guy for a case Mozzie had wanted nothing to do with, and accompanying Neal to an exhibit Mozzie also wanted nothing to do with because it was boring, and he was sure Neal making him go was for revenge on being forced to spar with lawyers, not for company) that Neal accompanied Mozzie as his associate - associate in academia but it wasn't Neal's knowledge in law Mozzie was after, it was his silver tongue.
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