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HOW I HANDLE CANNON:
i wanted to include this because i may vary A LOT the cannon, in short words, i will just go off from memory, and of course, my memory isn't incredibly sharp, so MANY things will vary from the actual cannon of the series, including scenes that will happen during the fic and also happened during the series, but the dialogues won't be the same, etc
Danielle sat there, looking around the bar, cleaning a glass, until Clay Puppington, the mayor, entered the bar, looking drunk already.
The man was about 5’8, brown short hair, he had a slight receding line product of his age, and dark circles under his eyes, product of the stress of his life and dead-end job.
Danielle would be lying if he said he didn’t have his eyes on him for a while now.
Yes, sure, he looked miserable, he had the same dead eyes many men in Moralton had, the eyes of a man unsatisfied with their life. But damn, how Danielle wanted to satisfy him.
“hey” he said, sitting down “where is Dolly?” he asked annoyed, he didn’t really care, he just wanted something to drink to wash the stress away.
“she changed to the day shift, I can take your order” Danielle answered in his deep voice, a voice Clay already knew.
They were rare the occasions Clay went to the bar at day, as he had his own stash of liquor, but he wasn’t unfamiliar with the blonde man who worked the shift.
“blah” he rolled his eyes “just pour me a whisky, blondie” he requested slurring his words slightly, Danielle only nodded and served the drink, analyzing the man as he drank the beverage like it was a shot “stupid dead end job” he muttered as he extended the glass for Danielle to refill.
“well, you have a gift for drinking, don’t you?” he said pouring another whisky and he laughed, a laugh deep and so incredibly dumb, but that filled Clay with a weird tingle “you drink like there’s no tomorrow”.
“well, I wish there wasn’t” he started drinking his whisky “one kid I don’t think is mine, one that takes everything ridiculously literal, and a wife that I just simply hate” he started blurting out “and the most stupid, dead-end job you could think of!”
“aren’t you the major?” Danielle chuckled, weirdly attracted to him, finding something interesting in the wreckless man in front of him.
“it pays the bills….” he sounded annoyed “you try being the mayor of this absolutely helpless mess of a town!” Danielle nodded acknowledging that it was dead-end with how fucked up the town was.
“bet it keeps you busy?” he got closer to him, in an attempt to flirt.
“like a male beaver” he answered, even thought it didn’t make much sense,Clay looked at Danielle in the eyes, his heart pounding.
“my type of beaver” he smirked, and Clay raised an eyebrow, looking at him up and down, though he quickly backed away and looked in another direction.
“shitty job, isn’t it?” he tried to start conversation, as the bartender poured him another drink.
“in the day this isn’f as full, but I can handle this anyway” he answered simply, looking around to the drunk people of Moralton that just as Clay, wanted to get away from everything.
“you can handle a lot, can’t you?” Clay raised an eyebrow, the words leaving his mouth before he could think about them.
Danielle smiled widely,
“I sure can, Mr. Puppington”
………………..
Danielle woke up happy as hell, while Clay woke up with the worst hangover ever.
After their conversation at the bar, they made out heavily in some alley.
But Clay was black-out drunk, barely on his senses, and not thinking straight.
He was thinking anything but straight.
He just followed what his drunk mind and body told him to do.
And Danielle was sober, but enjoying It truly, knowing it wasn’t just a fantasy or a dream anymore, that he could actually feel how Clay grabbed his arms for his dear life, while they kissed as if it was their life purpose.
He remembered when he first saw him after he moved in, making fun of Reverend Putty while he was giving a sermon, but he still seemed like a Christian, self-righteous man.
But everyone knew he was everything but that.
He was an alcoholic, irresponsible, bad husband and emotionally distant father.
But for some reason, it made Danielle more interested... About how he was able to keep up that facade, and he wanted to know how deep the lies went, how much he could keep it up.
But he had to admit, it went deeper than that.
It wasn't just pure curiosity, there was something about Clay, even other than physical that made him to want to stay with him, to pursue him.
There was nothing that would make anyone fall in love with Clay... But there was something that Danielle couldn't describe.
They were panting, and they were getting heated, but the moment Danielle made the slightest try to unbuckle Clay’s belt, he seemed to get sober enough to grab his hand stopping him and looking at him, lust with the most slight hint of nuisance.
Eyes don’t lie. Clay wanted that. He wanted Danielle, but something as holding him back.
He made Danielle let go of him, and left, leaving the blonde man conflicted.
Should he feel bad or satisfied for what he accomplished for the day?
Oh, what the hell, he would take it as a win.
Clay didn’t remember a thing of what happened last night, he just remembered drinking, going to a bar, and nothing else.
It was nothing new of course, at this point, he had drank half of his life away.
He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, he had a hickey.
He wondered who even made that… certainly not Bloberta, the stupid lust-whatever a thousand wall impeding them having anything close to intercourse, not like he even wanted to.
The simple thought of it grossed him out.
And the memories of it made his skin crawl.
A side of him wanted to know, the other felt like it would just give him trouble.
He even considered for a moment it being that attractive bartender he saw a few times around town.
No, that would be crazy, and gross.
He couldn’t even picture himself with a man.
That’s what he tried to say to himself.
But when he saw that man, slightly shorter than him, with tanned skin and deep black eyes, the blond hair and moustache, the way the suit fitted him so perfectly, maybe a bit tight, showcasing how in shape he was… how fresh he seemed, even though he probably around his same age, he looked younger, and his voice….
God, he could listen to his voice on repeat, to that laugh that in anything but that deep, incredible voice would sound annoying, he just seemed so goddman relaxed all the time, like he had everything in the palm of his hand, just like he had Clay in the palm of his hand without knowing.
Without trying.
He shook his head In hopes for those thoughts to just disappear, pouring a glass of whisky to make it tolerable, preparing for another day at his job.
“have a good day on work, honey” Bloberta said, making Orel's lunch, while Block and Shapey played with the vacuum cleaner.
“have a good day yourself” he groaned and slammed the door on his way out.
He was doing paperwork.
Of course he was doing paperwork.
Apparently now Mrs. Censordoll wanted to ban ice cream and other dairy products? Her reasoning behind this was that it was gross to eat or drink anything that comes from the boobs of an animal.
He sighed and approved it, Mrs. Censordoll was not someone he should or wanted to mess with.
He rubbed a hand on his neck, drinking more from the glass he seemed to always have on his hand.
Stupid paperwork.
Stupid Censordoll.
Stupid town.
And stupid Mayor.
He began drinking more and more, not caring and just signing whatever was on his table, god knew that there wasn’t a way to make that goddamned town worse than it already was.
He drank all the bottles he had stashed in the third drawer, making him go stupidly drunk, blacking out in the table.
“I love you, Clay” Danielle whispered “your wife is stupid and so is the man that got your wife pregnant” he started caressing his hair.
“I wish I could put your brain in my wife’s head” he sighed.
“there is no need, baby, I’m right her” he laughed, and kissed Clay softly, but Clay pulled him in to kiss him more passionately.
And for first time, it felt right, he actually felt his body heating up, and he could stay like that forever, feeling Danielle’s warm hand going under his shirt, touching the naked skin of his chest, the other one going lower…and lower…and…
“Mr. Mayor!” Roger Papermouth yelled and he woke up quickly, stopping to drool all over his desk “have you gotten the papers for the anti-dairy yet? Mrs. Censordoll told me she would move to more extreme ways soon” he looked panicked.
“yeah, yeah” he threw the papers at him “go away” Roger went out quickly, to stop Mrs. Censordoll from whatever she was going to do.
He looked down to his lap.
“eh, what the hell” he unbuckled his belt, going back to the feeling of his dream, just where he had left, sighing deeply.