RP: Harvey and John Who: Harvey Specter and John Baum Where: The gym, around the base. When: Monday Night Summary: Harvey has rage.
After getting his ass very much kicked that morning, Harvey had been doing a really fine impression of a mute, deciding just doing what he was told was going to be much better than ending up with some fucking SEAL having him in a choke hold. He also really wanted to smack Mike over the head for what he perceived as traitorous good will towards everyone. Damn him and his ability to just be friends with everyone and have people like him back, effortlessly. Yep, Harvey really would have liked to have punched him. Or go back in time and tell himself not to be such a nice guy.
He’d quit smoking when he’d graduated from Harvard, but he’d never really totally given up. After a hard day, or after sex, or with a really beautiful scotch. But right now it’s all he wanted and suddenly all the reasons he’d quit no longer applied so why not? His shoulder hurt from being knocked about that morning and he felt like he hadn’t slept at all since he’d arrived and even his own winging in his head was driving him slowly crazy. He had no idea how he managed to complain so much, even silently. It was like he was some spoiled, ridiculous, pathetic excuse for a man.
And if that’s what he was thinking he could hardly imagine what everyone else was thinking.
Fucking hell.
He needed something to just let go of the stress and surprisingly he ended up in the gym. He ran harder and faster than he usually would and when that wasn’t enough he decided kicking the hell out of the punching bag would expel the anger that was clinging to the inside of his stomach. His entire body hurt and his shoulder ached and he really didn’t care because there weren’t really many people around and he just had to get it out.