This is my first ever piece of fan fiction. Please be gentle. This is triggery for noncon and mpreg and later a Harvey/'Mike slash relationship. I just saw this prompt at Suits meme and it was calling me. Enjoy!

"I'm on it, Harvey. Call you later." Mike ends the phone call with his boss and heads his way into the Drunken Sailor. Its gonna be a long night thought Mike. But, then again Mike knew that he had to do this. Pearson Hardman was in the midst of a gigantic case against MacAvoy Industries. Pearson Hardman's client, Sterling Industries, said that MacAvoy acquired a patent for a new cell phone application illegally. The hard part is that Mike had to prove how and when this alleged transaction occurred. Hence why he's at the Drunken Sailor now.

Mike knew that The Drunken Sailor was the place to get the information he needed because Pearson Hardman was able find out that it was the same place that the company had its' Christmas party and numerous Happy Hours, via credit card receipts acquired by a court order. Another day, another dollar. I need to pay Gram's home for the month. Go in and get what you need and then get out. Go to bed. You can sleep once you get home. Mike tried to wipe away the tiredness from his eye with his fist and the he said to the bartender, "Give me a Heineken."

Mike looks around and immediately spots the ID badges of the MacAvoy Industries. He walks up to "Brad", as his ID says. "Hey, Brad!"

"Do I know you?" Brad questions.

"Um yeah we meant at Chris' birthday party." Mike replies, because everyone knows a Chris.

"Oh…yeah." Brad replies, a little uncertain.

"To make up for the fact that I left with…what's her name that night, obviously I know that you wanted her too. Sorry man, let me tell you, it wasn't that great. To make amends, I'll buy next round."

"Apology accepted." Brad eagerly accepts.

At this point Brad's friends, namingly other MacAvoy Industries employees congregated around Mike and Brad. Mike needed to relax and these guys seemed nice. They were all happy and all shared in buying drinks. Before he knew it, Mike started to rattle off random facts. "Hey, did you know that Heineken was firs t brewed in 1873…. The whoopee pie is most prevalent in New England. … The Twinkie can't sink." Brad, Kevin, Derek, and Henry all laughed.

"Dude, you know the most random shit." Bad says.

"I know. It just happens. "Mike replies. Mike's feeling incredibly calm, so calm. He hasn't felt this way in awhile. Shit! I knew that I should have had lunch and not that extra Red Bull! Get what you need and go. Mike had to cut to the chase and fast. Mike grabs the next round of beers and stumbles, walks back to the guys.

"I have to say that this is exactly what I needed, a night out with the guys." Mike says. "I'm dealing with this bitch at work, who says that I took her account away from her. It's not my fault that she left her paper work out in the open. If it wasn't there in plain sight, I wouldn't have looked for it. I'm not a complete dick."

"What a bitch," Kevin replies. He goes to the bar and is back in what feels like five seconds. Irish car bombs. Oh joy. Just swallow it.

Mike can't hold it anymore; it's time to break the seal. "Got to hit the head, be back in a sec guys."