Part Two
Mike Used Transform!
The day was bright and cool. For once, Autumn was arriving perfectly on schedule in New York City, and the morning was a chilly sixty five degrees. The smell of crisp leaves and cool air was a hallmark of Halloween morning that Mike was very familiar with.
Mike could not believe that that Pearson Harden had a tradition of coming into work costumed on Halloween. With all of Harvey's talk of being a "grown goddamn man," Mike was sure that this day, above any other, people would be even more on the straight and narrow.
But Donna had given him the message, courtesy of Harvey. Seeing her hiding a sly smirk, Mike couldn't quite bring himself to believe her. So that morning, he stuffed his costume pieces into his messenger bag and wore one of his best suits- an Armani one that came from the /second/ rack from the door in Rene's shop.
However, when he stepped out of the elevator, Mike realized a few things. First of all, Donna had not been lying. Gregory was walking past him, zombie makeup covering his face, including a fake bite mark artfully applied around his head.
Mike also realized exactly why he saw Gregory walk past as a zombie, and Louis go about his work complete with vampire fangs and a cape. There were clients, major ones, talking with partners and associates, chatting over lavish brunch stations. And with those clients were excited children, listening to scary stories and begging for candy and treats.
This wasn't for the lawyers- it was for the clients' kids, and the clients by the transitive property. It made sense. Impress the kids, keep the clients, proliferate that "good faith" the firm was so proud of.
"Well, well, well." Mike turned around at the sound of Harvey's voice. And he absolutely did not do a double take, but it was a near thing.
The man's pants were black, his shirt was purple, his neck held some sort of talisman necklace and his normally impeccable hair was gelled so it spiked forward.
"Did you decide to dress like a real lawyer for Halloween this year?"
There were snappy comebacks to a statement like that. Mike was sure of it. He'd probably make a really, really good one under different circumstances.
"You're... Gary Oak?"
"No, I'm Harvey Specter."
Mike rolled his eyes. "You're /dressed/ like Gary Oak." This time, it wasn't a question.
"It's Halloween, Mike- where's your holiday /spirit/?"
"I am going to do you a favor and ignore that pun. You owe me."
"Hello Mister Hot-shot. Too good for a costume?" Donna came up. Dressed as a cheerleader.
"Please, please, please tell me that was a coincidence."
Mike realized why Harvey was dressed as Gary Oak- one of the firm's biggest clients (with the heaviest wallet), whom Harvey himself had brought in, had a seven year old obsessed with Pokemon. The original pokemon. So Harvey had given the kid a stuffed Eevee doll, and a brand new DS.
So the young associate didn't feel so out of place when he came out of the bathroom, changed into yellow jeans, a yellow shirt with brown stripes on the back, brown sneakers and a tail hooked to his back belt loop.
He especially felt accepted when he was bum-rushed by a mob of eager little faces, demanding that he use thundershock and do the "pikachu voice." Mike obliged willingly, pretending to send the attack at other random associates, who in turn allowed him (and the kids) the satisfaction of pretending to be shocked.
Unbeknownst to Mike, Harvey was watching him- his eyes occasionally flicking to him and the kids, the corners of his mouth softening. Donna kindly did not say anything about Harvey's attitude, instead echoing his thoughts verbally when he would (or could) not.
"Aw, he's so good with the kids."
"Don't get sentimental on me now," Harvey said while chuckling, plucking up some fresh fruit from the brunch buffet.
"Are you going to deny your lunch time cable link battles with him?"
"Remind me again why I hired you."
"Harvey, Harvey, he's our man, if he can't beat 'em no one can!"
"Remind me to give you a raise."
"Hey Harvey?"
"Yeah?"
"Give me a raise."
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