moral orel | clay x reader

the boys are back in town

You had finally finished packing your bags. It was dawn, the sun over Moralton beginning to rise.

The view could have brought you to your knees. Maybe that was why they were so religious around here? Heh, who knows.

You turned around to enter your home, shutting the door behind you. The house was a classic small one, pretty akin to all the others in the neighborhood.

You walked over to your bedroom, walking inside. You sat down at your desk to use your laptop, verifying the job.

You had been accepted to become a therapist for "Therapy Clinic". Great, considering you quit your last job for the higher pay!

You were also fortunate that the clinic seemed to be the only place to have internet connections. The rest of the town, you heard, was heavily based off of the 50s and 60s.

Makes sense why they're religious too. You guessed the person hiring for your new workplace was closer to normal like you, having a technologically advanced device and such.

You had your phone and laptop, and all you had to do was make sure to not pull your phone out in public too much. You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you?

You reread the acceptance email happily, making sure when to show up. Your first day was July 25th, tomorrow!

You had to show up at 9:00am sharp, and you would get your first "volunteers". You assumed this was the first mental health clinic for such a town, and there would certainly need to be some test drives.

You smiled happily, shutting your laptop off and rubbing your hands together. Today, you had the chance to greet some of the lovely citizens of Moralton!

You got out of your chair and checked your pocket for your phone, wallet, and keys. Yep, time to go!

Wait, first, you were starving. You walked into your kitchen and grabbed some cereal for the morning, pouring it in the bowl.

Then the milk, because milk before cereal is a strict crime. Add the spoon, put everything else away, tada!

You ate the cereal quickly, not wanting to miss out on the day. You finished, put your stuff away, and headed outside.

You locked your front door behind you and began your walk down the sidewalk. You figured it'd be much more social to walk than drive, right?

You passed a grand, lovely white church in the middle of town on your walk. The streets weren't barren, a few people here and there.

It wasn't exactly busy, but no worry about that! You kept walking, eventually coming across a bar.

You didn't drink much, but why not explore? It was surely a place to meet other people!

You opened the door, being greeted with a hasty grunt and an exclamation of, "The light! Close the door!"

You quickly closed it. Some people they are...

You were met with a few drunks and a kind-looking short-haired blonde bartender. "Hey, who's that?" You heard somebody mutter.

You approached one of the empty stools, looking around at all the classic bar games. And darts!

The bartender quickly slid over to you. "Hi, I'm Dolly Forghetti. You must be new," She spoke in a high-pitched tone, but she was polite.

"Indeed I am," You smiled back, trying to be friendly. "So, what would you like?" She asked, and you pondered for a moment.

You didn't really desire to get drunk the night before your first day, so you figured something alcoholic but light would be good. "A glass of mimosa wine, please," You requested in a light tone.

She nodded, "Coming right up!" You examined your surroundings once more.

There was a guy with brown hair at the start of the stools with a green moss-like jacket. After him was a guy with brown and gray hair, glasses, and a gray jacket.

The last guy, closest to you, had gray hair, glasses, and some kind of Sherlock Holmes detective coat. You turned back to Dolly, to see her deliver your drink.

You took a sip, everybody was minding their own business. That was always good in a bar, of course.

The guy at the end was muttering some stuff to himself and eventually exploded into a rant, to which the other patrons just rolled their eyes. They still got swept up into it though, being offended by the guy's words.

You were a therapist, but you didn't want to intrude. So you kept your mouth shut, until he waltzed down to you.

"And you- I don't even know who this is, but you're probably a narcissistic asshole too!" He spouted, lazily raising a drunk arm at you. You simply just stared back into his soul, the welcome into this town sure was friendly.

Well, all the more proof that these people needed a therapist. You raised an eyebrow, and he seemed confused by your lack of response.

"Well? Aren't you gonna ssay anything, mute?" He asked, gripping you by your shirt collar.

"Clayton, leave the newcomer alone," Dolly defended you. "Why, Dolly? Is it because they can't defend themself?" He taunted.

"You know I don't condone violence in here," She argued. "Who ssaid I was gonna hurt 'em?" He replied, stumbling back over to his bar stool.

You remained watching the back and forth bickering, staying silent and finishing your mimosa. You set it down and pulled out your wallet.

"Hey, uhm, Dolly? How much?" You asked the bartender hesitantly once she was done watching the guy too closely.

"Oh, no darlin', it's on the house for your troubles," She reassured, taking the wine glass. You got up, nodding a thank you, and left the bar.

Leaving the sounds of drunken yelling and the amazing ranting, you walked back down the street to see if there was anything to do. You walked aimlessly, it was now about noon?

Or very close to it, at least. Oh well, you figured you could head back home and dwell a little bit on the internet.