Drunk donna and sober Harvey in a relationship.
The Drunkard 1/1
It ended…with one phone call,
And a groan, emitting loudly from the other end.
Contrary, to the rules set at the very beginning of the night,
This ended up to be the outcome….
“Yours is in the there,” Mike Ross remarks tiredly, passing past Harvey Specter with his hands full of a very tiny and very unconscious woman. One Rachel Zane. The Best Friend. The Wife. The Associate.
“Thanks,” Harvey groans at his friend, stalking towards the bar. He notices the all too familiar redhead draped over the dirty bar counter, shaking his head at the sight of her, past the worst for wear portion of the night.
“Okay, come on you,” He encourages, picking up her phone - relieved that she hasn’t bought a purse - as he slides her phone and credit card into his back pocket, his arm wrapping around her willowy frame as she awakens slightly, looking about herself and her surroundings before more importantly noticing his appearance.
“Whaaaa…Harvey…?” She mumbles, hitting him with a ton of whiskey breath. He frowns. She told him that she only ever drank the stuff because of him, and yet here she is completely covered in it.
“Where’zzz Rach…?” She asks then, her expression a muddle of unfocused worry as she looks to him.