So... There's a gif floating around on Tumblr that involves a scene from One Way To Valhalla, and basically it's Gabriel Macht's character walking in the room and sitting down while he's wearing a beater and camo tightie whities.
And of course, my enabler saw it and made a comment about what Mike would say if he found them.
First Suits fic(let)! Let me know what y'all think, k?
"Harvey? What the hell are these?" Confused, Mike pulled the green underwear out of the drawer, blinking in shock as he saw the camouflage. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed Harvey at the bedroom door, his expression resembling that of a deer in headlights. "Something you want to tell me?"
"Oh, like you don't have anything embarassing in your drawer?" he shot back. "I seem to recall a pair of Pez boxers I found one day…"
"That's different. I can at least use the young and tasteless excuse, Harvey. However, these? Where the hell did you even find them, a hunting store?"
"You'll never know," Harvey sneered.
"I know, you sit around in them with a wife beater on and watch NASCAR, don't you! How very white trash of you!"
"How many times do I have to tell you? Indy car racing is not the same as NASCAR, Mike. And mock me all you want, you wouldn't argue if I happened to 'drag' you to the Indy 500."
Mike froze. "You're kidding, right? You've got tickets?"
"Of course I've got tickets," Harvey replied. "But, since you're so set against it, maybe I'll leave you at the kennel instead."
"Are you ever going to stop with the puppy jokes?"
"Not on your life, Rookie. Not on your life."
