AN: Written as a fill for elf's prompt at fic-promptly - White Collar, Peter, Mozzie, There are no dragons in New York, no matter what Mozzie said he saw.
"Don't try to tell me what I saw Suit. I know what I saw, it was a dragon." Mozzie spoke, pacing around Neal's couch where Neal and Peter were sat watching the man.
"There is no such thing." Peter protested, "Dragons are a myth, you didn't see one in Central Park."
"I told you!" Mozzie exclaimed, "Neal, you say we can trust him, but he lies and hides behind the party line. He is just covering up for them."
Peter shook his head, shrugging his shoulders in Neal's direction, he'd tried to talk sense into the man, it hadn't worked.
