UnknownPretty Boy
by SmoothieM
Summary
When Harvey gets approached by a pretty hooker in a bar, he doesn't think he would be more than an annoying interruption - but when Mike proves he is so much more than just a pretty face, Harvey is too intrigued to let him go without figuring out who the hell Mike Ross really is.
After all, who better to bring along on a business trip than a professional to avoid all romantic hassles?
Or: A Marvey-style Pretty Woman AU.
Notes
Guess who comfort-watched Pretty Woman and suddenly thought hmmm, this would be great with a Marvey dynamic? You do not need to know the movie to read this, but I did borrow some elements from it and adjusted them to fit the story.
If there are any actual lawyers reading my works, you might once again be horrified by the legal issues I make up. Which is to say, don’t trust any of my legal talk.
I did write this in a kind of weird headspace because October was a wild month for me, so if anything doesn't make sense or reads weirdly, please let me know!
I hope you enjoy it!
Lawyer Pipelines
Clinking glasses and the rustling of mindless chatter made for poor working companions, Harvey realized. What a shock that was.
He was sitting on a chair too fancy to be comfortable, nursing his overpriced whiskey over the seemingly endless pages of a lawsuit. He shouldn’t have come here – the bar wasn’t his usual place, for starters. He had thought that to be better, that it would mean not being faced with any distractions in the form of people he knew. Except that he had forgotten how irritating the distractions of people he didn’t know were, with how they went about their lives and having a good time while he was trying to get some work done.
Of course, there was the perfectly acceptable alternative of doing his work in his actual office. But after fifteen hours at that desk, even the endless glass walls were unable to keep the feeling of being locked in a tight box away, and he had to abandon ship before he lost his mind; his choice of refuge left much to be desired, however.
Or maybe it wasn’t the place’s fault at all. Maybe it was just this mess of a case.