Examining himself in the bathroom mirror, Clive began the futile attempt to fix his long head of hair. While finger combing the locks of deep brown; he paused. Damn, he looked like shit. The bags under his eyes were comparable to those of a corpse. 29 and he was already decaying. It was clear the years hadn't been kind to the man, or in reality; he hadn't been kind to himself.
He looked around the bathroom. Eyes dancing between the green shower curtain, pink mildew ridden rug with matching toilet seat cover, towel with one too many mysterious stains, and piles of dirty clothes. Definitely not where he had previously wanted to be in life, but now he really didn't care.
He leaned over into the small sink, turned it on, and splashed his face with water before heading out into the living room.
"Jesus" he scoffed and yelled down the hall "How long does it take to get ready? We're only going to that shotty pub down town. it's not anywhere fancy."
he picked up a crumpled pack of cigarettes off a cluttered coffee table. "empty..." he threw the pack back down and began scouring the room. Eventually he found what he was looking for. Carelessly, he picked up a small leather hand bag and ruffled through it for a stray cig. Just then a tall woman wearing a knee length green dress emerged from the hallway.
"don't worry, I had zero expectations when the jobless man sleeping on my couch told me he'd take me out" she sighed, snatching her bag from him. "real classy"
It had been 2 weeks and 4 days since Clive had taken Dolly on their first date. A date that he had proudly splurged on; 2 Tesco value meals in the parking lot of the Sainsbury next door. He ended up going home with her that night, and had managed to convince her to let him stay.
"Are we going or not?" Dolly said
"Ladies first Angel~" Clive cooed getting up and swinging the door open
As they made their way to the pub Clive didn't stop with the compliments and praise. It was all a part of his game. Find someone easy on the eyes, take them out, and become their fantasy for a week or two until they got tired of it and kicked him out. It was easy enough and had worked for the past couple months after he was fired, and eventually evicted from his last flat. He could tell Dolly was getting to the end of her rope though, and this "date" was a last ditch effort to squeeze another week of rent free living out of her.
"You're paying tonight right?" Dolly questioned, side eying the man
Clive hummed and put his arm around her. "Aye, who would I be if I didn't pay for my lady~"
In reality Clive wasn't paying, as he only had a total of 5 pounds and a land-o- laundromat coupon to his name. He was just hoping the pub was still owned by an old "friend" of his. And if not? Well, he would find some other unlucky lady to leech onto.
Once they arrived at the pub Clive immediately took off to the bar leaving his date in the dust.
"of fucking course." Dolly sighed while slowly following and eyeing the place. It was relatively small and dimly lit with warm lighting. The thick scent of cigarettes and cheap mens cologne wafted through the air, the bar and surrounded seating occupied around 20 people. The atmosphere would have come as a pleasant surprise if it wasn't for the countless posters of half naked women covering the walls. God, no wonder Clive had insisted on going here.
"why do I always go for the losers" she thought out loud as she came up behind him
"what was that love?" Clive innocently asked, he was too busy chatting with the bar tender to make out what she said.
Dolly ignored him and ordered a drink.
"Anyways-" Clive turned to continue what had seemed to be a rather one sided conversation
"Darryl still owns this joint right?"
There was a long pause before the man took the time to process what Clive had said, and he didn't acknowledge him again until he finished Dolly's drink. "Darryl? Yeah, he's here. Should be in the back-"
"Great!" Clive chirped and hopped the table before making his way through a small door presumably leading to the back.
The bartender stared at the door in disbelief, and looked at Dolly for an explanation.
She sipped her drink and scoffed.
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The Chadz (Murdoc Niccals x OC)
FanfictionClive lived and breathed impulsivity. Wether that be expressed through his jobs, hobbies or even relationships, he always needed something fresh. The thought of anything "long term" was a completely foreign concept, and one that had no interest of...
