[Scene: A dim-lit gay club, bodies swaying to the beat under neon lights. Mike is on the dance floor, he is thinking about getting drinks, walking toward the bar â and freezes.]
(Harvey is leaning casually against the bar, drink in hand. Looking completely out of place and somehow still magnetic as hell.)
Mike (muttering to himself): Oh no. Nope. No way. Not tonight.(He starts edging toward the exit, slipping between dancers â until he turns and bumps directly into someone.)
Mike: Sorry, excuse me.
Harvey (coolly): Going somewhere?
Mike (startled): H-Harvey! Hi! I didnât see you there. I meanâI did, just now, but then I didnâtâumâ
Harvey (smirking): That sentence had the structural integrity of a wet napkin.
Mike (blushing, defensive): What are you even doing here?
(Harveyâs gaze drifts down, taking in Mikeâs T-shirt: âOVERWORKED AND UNDERFUCKED.â He raises an eyebrow. Lingers.)
Harvey: Same as you, apparently.
Mike (immediately flustered): Okay, thisâthis shirtâitâs not literal, alright? Itâs a joke.
Harvey: Are you sure, rookie? You got no complaints? You know I can solve one of them.
Mike: Yes, I am sure! Work is stressful, but youâre a great boss! Honestly. Perfect workload. No complaints. (He laughs awkwardly)
Harvey (smirking): I already know that. I was talking about the other problem.
(Mike realizes what he means, and looks down at himself like the shirt)
Mike: Oh. You meant the⊠uhâŠ(His face is flaming. He can barely make eye contact.)
Mike: Youâre not seriously suggestingâ
Harvey (leaning in just enough): What if I am?
(Mike opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. Then:) Mike: With me?
(Harvey just gives him that look â smug, knowing, dangerous.)
Harvey: Youâre the one wearing the ad, rookie. Iâm just responding to the call.
Mike: Is this a dream? Am I dreaming! Please pinch me if this is real.
Harvey: Well, pinching is not really my style. (He leans in, lips close to Mikeâs ear.)
Harvey: Iâm more into biting. (He whispers seductively in his ear, nipping at the soft earlobe)
(Mike makes a noise that is less human and more of squeaky toy)
Mike: I- You- uh-
Harvey shakes his head fondly, deciding to put him out of his misery, pulls him into a kiss.
Harvey: Is this real enough for you?
(Mike nods, too much enthusiasm for this hour.)
Mike: So, about my little problem⊠(He says, looking through his lashes)
Harvey: Letâs go remedy that. (Harvey takes his hand, leading them both towards the exit)