moral orel | clay x reader

he works apparently

You woke up suddenly, panickedly checking your phone. Realizing the time, you sighed in relief.

You only took a nap for twenty minutes, nothing to worry about. Although, you didn't really have anything to do.

Maybe you could go grocery shopping for some food. Or better yet, find that drunk back in the bar again?

Well, not "that drunk". You meant Clayton, and he probably is gonna need some help for something other than his family.

Nevertheless, impulse influenced your decisions and you found yourself getting into your car. Why did you want to look for him?

You didn't know. Maybe you could just play it off as just getting another drink.

Another day, another drink. Right?

Who knows. Anyway, you drove up to the bar, feeling like you had all the time in the world.

It was only like what, 12:30pm? Not enough time my ass.

You made extra sure to lock that damn thing and you opened the door, hastily shutting it behind you. You didn't need everybody groaning from the light again...

You walked over to the stool you were at last time, apparently it wasn't occupied. Good, you guessed.

Dolly came over to you and smiled. "The usual?" She joked and you nodded.

You didn't know why she was so nice to you in particular. Maybe because you were new?

Everybody else, she seemed to not really care for. Maybe this town is just full of scumbags.

Confirming your suspicions, there was heinous activity at the other end of the bar. Some guy got slapped in the face by a chick as she walked out.

No idea what that was about... She came back and set your mimosa wine down, and you took a sip as you stared at the scene.

The guy returned to acting depressed, as one does after getting slapped. You shrugged to yourself and continued drinking it, setting it down once you were done.

"Uhm, Dolly? Do you happen to know where Clay is?"

You hated yourself for asking it. Why did you even bother?

She raised an eyebrow, obviously questioning why you cared. "He should be working at this hour, y'know, at town hall."

You nodded and slipped her some cash before leaving. Maybe she thought you were out to get him?

Little did you know, if she thought that, she hoped you got him good. He was a jerk.

You hopped in your not yet stolen car and drove up to town hall, which wasn't far.

Why were you doing this?! You ignored your thoughts as you knew this was going to be hella awkward.

You parked outside the building, getting out and locking it. You walked up to the door and just kinda... walked in.

It was dead silent, and it almost made you want to turn back. Keyword: almost.

You absolutely had to bother this man, for reasons unbeknownst to you.

You swung open the big fancy mayor doors, revealing Clayton sitting boredly in his office, looking like the president.

He looked up at you and your heart stopped. Fuck, why were you here?

Well, you couldn't just leave now. It was too late for turning back.

"Do you... need anything?" He asked, raising a pessimistic eyebrow.

You simply shrugged and sat down. You could practically hear his thoughts going 'what the fuck does that mean'.

Hah, too bad you wouldn't have an answer for that anyway.

Apparently, being annoying was on the agenda today! Yay!

You almost had the urge to pull out your phone, before remembering where you were. You scanned his face as he read through the papers on his desk, which was nothing short of tired.

"Well, if you don't have any reason to be here, you should leave," He muttered. Damn, there goes your plans for the evening.

"Okay, but before I go, what do you even do?" You asked, trying to prolong your visit. Your curiosity was spiking, trying to get something out of him.

You wanted to get a deeper look at who he was, what he did, why he is the way he is. More importantly, the childhood trauma that caused him to have such an innocent kid yet be such a spiritless adult.

Heh, Orel. He was such a sweet kid.

Clay seemed to hide his negativity and put on his work face, which didn't seem to hide much anyway. "I attend town meetings, I work with budget stuff, and I represent Moralton. That's all."

He spoke firmly, crossing his arms. He kept his head down, not bothering to look at you.

This man was the definition of apathetic. Yet, something about him made you want to carry on.

Your fingers tapped along the wood of the desk, thinking up something entertaining. "Y'know, for such an important position in town, you don't seem very joyful about it."

You winced at what you said immediately, thinking of them in poor taste. "I'm... indifferent about it," He talked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow while looking up at you and then lowering his head back down.

The sarcasm was the finest. Yet, still not much to do with the entire concept of... well, this.

The thought of him having a healthy mind was thrown out the window, maybe the minute you met him. He was secretive, which was normal among most patients.

But no, this wasn't another appointment. You were talking to him, citizen to mayor.

Human to human. You shouldn't be analyzing him, well, right now.

"You can go now. I've answered your questions," He almost groaned tiredly, the bags under his eyes really selling it.

You decided you were done with him for now. Your attempt at bonding with a person of the town, maybe, hasn't gone unnoticed.

It was safe to say, you were ready to leave anyways. You stood up, getting out of the chair.

"Thanks," You said genuinely, for no reason in particular. You left and shut the door behind you, his head not raising in surprise until after you had left.