Donna and Scottie bond over a certain someone.
A/N:
Prompt: inspired by a Twitter post from a deleted scene of Scottie and Donna in Harvey's office. These girls were meant to be pals.
Enjoy.
M
"Another?" Donna asked Scottie as they overtook Harvey's office for the evening.
Scottie glared at her now empty glass, then pushed it across the small conference table.
"Sure, why not? Pour away, barmaid," she said jokingly, already feeling a little tipsy.
She'd been so busy at work that she forgot to eat and only had a protein bar in the morning.
A smirk hijacked Donna's face as she poured—for the third time each of their glasses with the amber colored liquid.
They clinked glasses and then took twin sips, both fighting back the giggles.
Donna swallowed hard and with a look of astonishment, she tipped her glass and turned to Scottie.
"Can you believe he spent 12,000 dollars on this shit?"
Scottie raised an eyebrow. "What a dick," she said with a side smile that hinted she partially believed in her statement.
Donna laughed. She knew two things: one, Harvey was certainly a dick at times and two , she was glad he was gone for the night.
How the two of them ended up like this was anyone's guess but Donna was rather enjoying the more relaxed Scottie. Not proving herself to Harvey Scottie that drove Donna nuts.
Scottie had been working late on a case she was up against Louis on and Donna was doing some last minute paperwork when Scottie came bursting into Harvey's office, tears teasing her eyes and a look of pure frustration on her face.
Thankfully, Donna was able to talk her off the ledge and once she pulled out the scotch, the women let loose and were actually enjoying one another's company.
"Do you like that pillow?" Scottie asked Donna as they continued drinking Harvey's scotch.
Donna pulled her attention to the ugly pillow that was resting on Harvey's couch. She scrunched her nose and lowered her voice in a whisper. "It kinda freaks me out."
Scottie took another drink. "Creepy, like staring at me."
"I think he's looking at my tits," Donna teasingly said and Scottie snorted laughter into her glass.
"I needed this, Donna. Thanks," she said with a sincere vulnerability that Donna suspected few people saw.
Maybe not even Harvey himself , Donna thought.
"You know," Donna said as she stood, kicking off her heels. She continued, "I bet I can do a really good Harvey-Dick impersonation." Her hands were on her hips and she was trying to gain her composure.
Scottie blurted out a deep belly laugh and Donna—realizing how she worded her statement—corrected herself, "I mean, not his dick …" Scottie was in a full laughing fit when Donna changed her tone to a Harveyish voice.
Holding one arm high and her other arm low. "Now, Scottie. I'm here, and you're here…"
Scottie gained her composure. Playing along, "I know Harvey. You've told me a million times already," she said in an over-the-top whiny voice and an exaggerated roll of her eyes.
Donna pretended to button an imaginary suit jacket and continued, "I drive the best cars, wear the best suits, and drink the most expensive scotch!"
Scottie raised her glass. "Here, here, SIR!"
Donna snorted.
"I'm Harvey Specter and I've got the biggest paycheck, the biggest office and the biggest ego…" She hadn't noticed that Scottie had stopped laughing; she continued, not breaking character, "...The biggest apartment and the biggest DICK!"
She was laughing hard until she caught a glimpse of Scottie's face—a look of pure terror plastered across it—she was rigidly sitting upright—her lips pursed together—she was shaking her head firmly, indicating for her to stop. The worst part, Scottie's eyes were staring past Donna toward the office doors behind her.
Donna swallowed hard and dropped her hands from her waist.
"He's behind me, isn't he?" She asked Scottie.
And by him, she meant Harvey.
Scottie nodded slowly.
Donna heard the footsteps getting closer. She closed her eyes, somehow hoping it would make the entire situation null and void.
"Please, Donna. Don't let my presence stop you from enjoying the best scotch in my big office."
Awkward silence until Scottie spoke. "I better go." She stood and before she left, she turned to Donna.
"Thanks for the…uh, talk."
Then, turning to Harvey. "Goodnight. Harvey."
He only nodded in reply.
Donna plopped down on the chair, her hand resting over her eyes, already regretting the amount of scotch she and Scottie drank. Harvey sat opposite her. Unbuttoning his suit jacket as he did it.
Clearing his throat. "It looks like you and Scottie had a good time."
Sighing, she raised an eyebrow and took a peek at him through her fingers.
He continued. "So, which one is yours?" He asked Donna, pointing to the glasses on the table.
She slowly dropped her hand from her face and pointed to the short, empty crystal tumbler. He nodded and passed her a knowing glance. Harvey grabbed the almost empty bottle and poured the rest of the amber liquid into the glass.
"I'm sorry, Har—"
"Don't. You don't have to apologize." He took a swig of scotch, then sighed into the glass. "Truth is. I was just glad to see Scottie smile for once and not yelling at or arguing with me," he said.
Donna smiled a half-hearted smile. Not willing to walk into that hornets nest.
"Harvey about what I said. I was. Shit, I was just being an asshole," she said.
Harvey chuckled. "Nah. I mean, you did a pretty good Specter."
Donna giggled. "Well. It's not as good as your Connery," she said.
A big smile lit up Harvey's face. The Specter-smile.
"You know, those things you said..." His voice was low and playful and Donna's stomach flipped.
"...not all of them were true."
His smile turned into a smirk and when Donna's eyes met his, he held her gaze long enough for her cheeks to turn maroon.
"Oh yeah. Which ones would that be?"
With a voice as smooth as butter, he replied, "I don't have the biggest paycheck. But all the others are true."
"You're an idiot, Harvey."
"An idiot with a big—"
"Okay! I got it."
And the two of them ended up closing the night out with another half-bottle of scotch, laughing (flirting) and enjoying each other's company.