Vacation dreamin'
I have been having the most ridiculously vivid dreams while on vacation. I suppose it's all the fresh air that I'm not used to. My brain is misinterpreting it as crack.
Anyway, last night's dream was Suits-themed.
It was after Mike started working for Harvey, but Trevor was still in the picture and rather harder and more exploitative than Trevor is on the show. Mike had run up gambling debts pre Harvey, and Trevor had paid them off in exchange for a favor to be named later. He finally calls in that favor, asking Mike to go to this party being thrown by one of Trevor's drug-selling associates. The guy is important, into boys, and Trevor wants Mike to be nice to him.
"Are you trying to pimp me out?" Mike asks suspiciously.
"Absolutely not!" Trevor insists. "You don't have to have sex with him. You just have to look pretty and laugh at his stupid jokes."
Like an idiot, Mike goes along with this plan.
Of course when he gets to the party, the drug-dealing guy is all over him. "So you're Trevor's friend, huh?" he says, standing too close, touching Mike like he owns him.
"Um--" Mike stutters stupidly.
The drug-dealing guy introduces himself and his bodyguard. The inappropriate touching turns to all-out groping by now.
"Um--" Mike stutters some more.
The drug-dealing guy goes on to say that the bodyguard isn't into boys per se, but he's practical about getting off, and the drug-dealing guy likes to reward his employees, so hopefully Mike is prepared to handle both of them.
"Fuck. Trevor totally pimped me out." Mike accidentally says this out loud.
"Is that a problem?" the drug-dealing guy wants to know. "Because we had a deal with your pal Trevor. If he were to go back on that deal--" he trails off menacingly.
"Um--" Mike reaches for a drink and downs it and then has about ten more, since he figures drunk is the only way to get through this.
This is when Harvey shows up, very calm and business-like.
"Michael," he says in a tone that means: Come here right now.
Mike staggers over to him and fits himself to Harvey's side and starts babbling about how he's sorry, really, really sorry.
The drug-dealing guy asks Harvey, "He yours?"
Mike continues to babble about how he really meant to cut Trevor loose, but he just couldn't bring himself to, and there was this favor to be named later and blah-blah-blah.
"Stop talking," Harvey tells him sternly.
For once, Mike obeys without argument.
The drug-dealing guy laughs. "Oh yeah, he's yours all right."
"I apologize for the misunderstanding," Harvey says smoothly. "And as a gesture of goodwill, I took the liberty of inviting along some friends to the party. I believe you'll find them very satisfactory companions."
On cue, a whole bevvy of callboys and callgirls streams into the party, lavishing attention on the drug-dealing guy and his bodyguard.
"I accept your goodwill gesture," the drug-dealing guy declares.
Harvey hustles Mike out of there, down to the street where Ray is waiting with the car.
"He's not going to kill Trevor?" Mike asks once they're safely inside and on their way.
"No," Harvey says grimly. "But I am."
AND THEN I WOKE UP BUT I LIKE TO THINK THAT THERE WAS THANK YOU FOR RESCUING ME SEX ONCE MIKE WAS SOBER. THE END!
Anyway, last night's dream was Suits-themed.
It was after Mike started working for Harvey, but Trevor was still in the picture and rather harder and more exploitative than Trevor is on the show. Mike had run up gambling debts pre Harvey, and Trevor had paid them off in exchange for a favor to be named later. He finally calls in that favor, asking Mike to go to this party being thrown by one of Trevor's drug-selling associates. The guy is important, into boys, and Trevor wants Mike to be nice to him.
"Are you trying to pimp me out?" Mike asks suspiciously.
"Absolutely not!" Trevor insists. "You don't have to have sex with him. You just have to look pretty and laugh at his stupid jokes."
Like an idiot, Mike goes along with this plan.
Of course when he gets to the party, the drug-dealing guy is all over him. "So you're Trevor's friend, huh?" he says, standing too close, touching Mike like he owns him.
"Um--" Mike stutters stupidly.
The drug-dealing guy introduces himself and his bodyguard. The inappropriate touching turns to all-out groping by now.
"Um--" Mike stutters some more.
The drug-dealing guy goes on to say that the bodyguard isn't into boys per se, but he's practical about getting off, and the drug-dealing guy likes to reward his employees, so hopefully Mike is prepared to handle both of them.
"Fuck. Trevor totally pimped me out." Mike accidentally says this out loud.
"Is that a problem?" the drug-dealing guy wants to know. "Because we had a deal with your pal Trevor. If he were to go back on that deal--" he trails off menacingly.
"Um--" Mike reaches for a drink and downs it and then has about ten more, since he figures drunk is the only way to get through this.
This is when Harvey shows up, very calm and business-like.
"Michael," he says in a tone that means: Come here right now.
Mike staggers over to him and fits himself to Harvey's side and starts babbling about how he's sorry, really, really sorry.
The drug-dealing guy asks Harvey, "He yours?"
Mike continues to babble about how he really meant to cut Trevor loose, but he just couldn't bring himself to, and there was this favor to be named later and blah-blah-blah.
"Stop talking," Harvey tells him sternly.
For once, Mike obeys without argument.
The drug-dealing guy laughs. "Oh yeah, he's yours all right."
"I apologize for the misunderstanding," Harvey says smoothly. "And as a gesture of goodwill, I took the liberty of inviting along some friends to the party. I believe you'll find them very satisfactory companions."
On cue, a whole bevvy of callboys and callgirls streams into the party, lavishing attention on the drug-dealing guy and his bodyguard.
"I accept your goodwill gesture," the drug-dealing guy declares.
Harvey hustles Mike out of there, down to the street where Ray is waiting with the car.
"He's not going to kill Trevor?" Mike asks once they're safely inside and on their way.
"No," Harvey says grimly. "But I am."
AND THEN I WOKE UP BUT I LIKE TO THINK THAT THERE WAS THANK YOU FOR RESCUING ME SEX ONCE MIKE WAS SOBER. THE END!