Who: Neal Caffrey and OPEN to any and all prison residents What: Wine party for Nate and Serena/Snow fun When: Sunday afternoon Warnings: No idea. Enter at your own risk and drink responsibly, kids.
Once he made the announcement about the party for Sunday, Neal got back to work and stayed steadily in the secluded part of the prison to work on the bottles he knew that he would need. It was a tall order to complete and he wanted to make sure they had more than enough to last through the night even with the large amount of people that would probably be attending. When Shannon wasn't busy on raids or looking after some of the others, she was there with him making sure he had everything he needed. Neal worked well alone, but it was a comfort to have her there with him making sure the wines didn't taste terrible. He didn't have all of the equipment he would have liked to have to make the best tastes, but this would do considering the circumstances and they were far better than any of the selection to be found in the storage rooms of the prison. After it was all said and done and he was satisfied with the number he'd made, Neal was pleased with himself.
As a member of the kitchen staff already, he helped the others prepared a few dishes. Nothing much and nothing fancy, but something for the guests to munch on and not let the wine go completely to their heads from the start. He prepared the bottles around the cafeteria and made sure they had enough glasses and mismatched cups to go around. It wasn't a high class atmosphere, but one look at the room and he felt a touch of pride. When Neal Caffrey set his mind to something, he always saw it through. This was one of those times.
He kept out a couple of bottles for specific purposes. One was for Serena and Nate to enjoy for themselves and the other was for him and Shannon later on sometime. He took that bottle prior to the party and poured himself a glass while was still inside of his cell. He gazed up at a painting he'd made during his first few weeks at the prison. It was another duplicate of the Chrysler Building. Raising his glass he wore a hint of a smile. "Cheers, Moz." The glass was finished quickly and so that meant it was time to get busy with the party itself.
People were already filing in and he heard music starting up in the background somewhere. Not half bad for a party in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. He'd yet to see the guests of honor yet, but made a mental note to speak to them when they arrived. He'd seen the snow starting to come down outside since the morning and it had yet to let up at all. One look outside a window and it was clear the ground had been covered a long time ago.