I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

is this,,, is this anything,,

I’m famished for it. 🙏

Here you go!

[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 — 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 — until he turns and bumps directly into someone.) Mike: Sorry, excuse me. Harvey (coolly): Going somewhere? Mike (startled): H-Harvey! Hi! I didn’t see you there. I mean—I did, just now, but then I didn’t—um— Harvey (smirking): That sentence had the structural integrity of a wet napkin. Mike (blushing, defensive): What are you even doing here? (Harvey’s gaze drifts down, taking in Mike’s T-shirt: “OVERWORKED AND UNDERFUCKED.” He raises an eyebrow. Lingers.) Harvey: Same as you, apparently.

Mike (immediately flustered): Okay, this—this shirt—it’s not literal, alright? It’s 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 you’re 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… uh…(His face is flaming. He can barely make eye contact.) Mike: You’re not seriously suggesting— Harvey (leaning in just enough): What if I am? (Mike opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. Then:) Mike: With me?