Hey Everyone!

This chapter is another short one, and not really a lot of Harvey/Max, more of Mike&Max and Mike&Harvey. But I promise next chapter will be all of Harvey/Max.

Enjoy!

P.S. Aaron Korsh owns Suits.

"She...gave...all of her money...to charity?"

Mike was laughing through the other side of her phone as Max was going through a panic withdrawal. Mike had met with Anastasia Mathers to let her know that she was in the clear and no charges were going against her. She was grateful for their help in clearing her name. Mike ended up telling her everything; Harrison's plan, Lisa's involvement, and everything in between. Anastasia kept very quiet when hearing the news, but when Mike asked her what she did with the trust fund, she happily opened up and told him she gave all of it to the charity that changed her life.

"Yeah. She was deeply involved with a non-profit organization called 'Save their Forests'."

The line was quiet for a second.

"Max?"

"She gave four hundred million dollars to a bunch of beluga whales."

"Yep."

Max slammed her head against the bar, not caring about the dirty looks she was getting from the bartender.

"You're fucking joking, right?"

"I honestly wished I was. You can't make up stuff like this."

Max was still in disbelief, "You could have kept a few millions to keep your future family secure for the next two hundred years, but no, Bengal tigers seem to exceed the human race."

Mike sat on his living room couch, watching Pittsburgh dominate over Washington, "It's a cruel world," he said into the phone, eating Max's leftovers that magically made its way into his fridge.

"How's the date going?" He asked, hoping that she was having a good time.

Pulling the phone away from her ear, she looked over to date, as he was sharing a beer with his friends and clients at the very upscale bar. The dinner was alright, but Harvey could not stop talking about himself. He subtly hinted about his net worth, and his wealth, and his good looks, and his charm, and his wit, and his deals, and his over-priced condo, and his vast wine collection, which she did enjoy him talking about it until he starting blabbing about work again. She though her night wouldn't get any worse, until a few of his clients noticed him, decided to say hello for thirty minutes, and half-dragged him towards the bar where they were watching the game. She was about to leave the table when the waitress kindly told her she would either have to pay the bill or she couldn't leave her seat until the bill was paid, which was a new law to prevent dine and dashing. She couldn't find Harvey because he was too far away from him to see her, and the waitress was watching her every move. She gave up, and asked for the cheque. She nearly cried when she saw the number written on the bottom. Yeah, Harvey is definitely giving me a treat. She sadly gave the waitress her American Express. It wasn't like she couldn't afford it; hell, she was much more wealthier than Mike, but not nearly as rich as Harvey. She could easily pay this off in a day, but her semi-daily shopping sprees for expensive wines would have to be put on hold for a bit. Harvey on the other hand could wipe his ass with that amount of money. After putting a down payment on an apartment, she walked towards the bar, and was about to order a tall glass of wine, but shrugged her shoulders and asked for a shot of tequila and the darkest beer they had.

"Shit-tastic. Although it's not like I didn't expect it. The man is afraid of commitment," She said, taking another chug from her beer.

"He was talking about himself?"

"Through the entire damn dinner. Then his clients came, stole him away from me, and I was stuck paying the bill!" She nearly screamed, causing the bartender to give her a funny look, which she ignored, "I thought he was different, Mike. He seemed to like me. And yet this guy forces me to commit economic suicide."

"How much was the bill?" Mike said, getting angrier by the moment.

"One thousand four hundred fifteen dollars and nineteen cents. Before taxes." Hearing the horrible number again, she called to the bartender and pointed at her empty shot glass. He filled it up with another ounce of Jose Cuervo and shot that down.

"It was mostly the two bottles of wine he bought," she said, appreciating his fine taste.

"Why are you still there?"

She sighed, "Because I don't want to kick his ass in front of his friends. I'm an angry woman, not a sadist," she said twirling her beer bottle, "Besides, this dress has been in the closet for too long. I'm not ready to put it back in so soon."

"So you're sitting at a bar, one thousand eight hundred dollars lighter, neglected by your date, all the while wearing your favourite dress-"

She swallowed her drink. "Correction. I'm wearing my favourite dress drinking beer."

"...I'm gonna call you back."

Max pulled her phone away from her ear, annoyed with the ringing coming from the receiver. She threw her phone back in her purse and took another swig at the utterly disgusting beer that she forced herself to drink.

"Well, that makes two assholes who ruined my night."

Pittsburgh was up by seven and Harvey Specter was up two thousand dollars in the little pool he was involved in with his good friends, and a few clients. The night was good. He knew he was talking a little too much about himself towards Max, but she seemed interested enough in him that he didn't need to worry; she'd be wrapped up in his little world in no time. His friend Hank Lewston and a couple of his college buddies happened to spot him, and begged him to just have one drink with them. Seeing that he couldn't refuse their offer, he walked to the bar to enjoy a few brews with the guys. He quickly told Max that he'd be back in a second, as he was going to schmooze some of his clients. Harmless fun, he thought. The game was on, and Gallager placed fifty on Washington. Seeing as this being an easy way to get quick money, he placed another bet, and another, and another. He was having a really good time with his clients when he felt his cellphone began ringing in his pocket.

He pulled it out to see 'Mike Ross' flash across the screen.

Harvey pushed his way out of the crowd, answering his phone when he was a clear distance away from the rowdy group.

"I thought we cleared the Mathers case, princess."

"We did. But right now I'm not calling you as your employee. I'm calling you as a pissed-off friend."

Harvey's eyebrows furrowed, "Not sure I follow your train of thought, Einstien."

"You don't notice it, but right now your date is sitting at the bar alone, in her favourite dress that she saved for three years just so that she could wear it to the perfect date, drinking beer."

Harvey turned to scale the bar, only to see his date chugging down another swig of beer, with the look of utter distaste on her face. His heart dropped at the sight of her sad and angry face.

"I take it she doesn't like beer?"

"She'd rather drink bleach, Harvey." Mike said dryly.

Harvey finally saw the ramifications of his actions. Max barely got a word in with Harvey talking about himself the entire dinner. It wasn't that he didn't know how to have a balanced conversation, he was just so nervous, trying to get Max to like him. She was different than the other girls he brought to dinner, he just tried a little too hard. She must have felt like crap, being left at the table by herself, then sitting at the bar by herself. He was having a good time, but Max? This date was supposed to be about pleasing her, yet Harvey managed to spin it about himself unintentionally. She was probably furious at him. As she should be.

"You may not care about anyone, but if you really don't want to care about Max, just leave her alone."

Harvey shook his head, trying to move on as quickly as possible, "Mike, if a word of what I'm about to say is ever known by someone besides you, I will hang you by one of the disgusting skinny ties you chose to own."

Harvey took a breath, "Help me fix this?"

"Figure that on your own."

"Mike!" He shouted, but looked around to see if anyone noticed, "Mike," he said quieter.

"Yes Master?"

Harvey rolled his mind, "Okay, you want to hear that I screwed up? Well yeah, I did screw up. I ruined this date because I don't know how to get on Max's level. She's so...amazing, and I'm..."

Mike gripped his phone, waiting for Harvey to continue.

"...I'm the best closer in Manhattan."

It didn't say a lot, but if you were a lawyer it spoke volumes. He was good with courtroom cases and one-night stands. But early parts in a relationship? Ha, Mike was pretty sure Harvey didn't know the first thing about love.

"Mike, please, help me out."

Mike, wanting to relish in the fact that Harvey said please for the first time, reluctantly gave him tips.

"I'm only going to give you help this one time, you got it?"

Mike was waiting for the witty response, but it never came.

"She loves wine. She collects, but just bring up the history. Don't talk about money. Just talk about your life, and what you want. She talks just as much as she listens, so listen to her too. Have fun, ask her anything. She'll answer it."

Mike paused for a second, thinking of something that Max would only dream of.

"That's it, Pretty Boy?" Harvey said, getting impatient.

Mike rolled his eyes. Maxine got to everyone.

"She loves Manhattan at night. She would always sit on the roof of the apartment building and just look over the edge, taking in the sight. I don't know about you, but if I had access to a high-rise balcony that could see the nightlife of Manhattan, I would use it to my advantage."

Harvey smiled, knowing what Mike was talking about.

"I am clearly not paying you enough."

Which reminded Mike, "Speaking of paying, you do realize you left her with the bill."

Harvey smacked himself. This girl is bringing out the worst in me...

"How much?"

"Let's just say buying her a pair of Louboutins would soften the blow."

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