"I don't remember this O'Shea guy." Mozzie said, taking a sip of his wine.
Neal and Mozzie were in Neal's room at June's. It was just beginning to get dark out and the two were eating sandwiches. "I met him after that big job in Chicago." The ex-con said sadly.
"Oh, so while we weren't speaking you made a new friend."
"It's not like that, Mozz-"
Mozzie put up his hands, "I don't want to hear it! All water under the bridge."
"So you don't know him." Neal stated rather than asked. "Could you-"
"I'm already on it, Neal."
"Thanks."
Word: Memory
Word Count: 100
Hm...so what happened in Chicago? Even I don't know that one! But...come on, Neal and Mozzie couldn't have always agreed...right? Even friends fight. Maybe this could be a future fic of mine? Anyway, hope you guys appreciated two updates in one day!