this is not the big oneshot i have ready for you guys! this is just to keep yall entertained while i polish and finish it off
tw: light swearing
tw: tiny bit of very light smut
context: dream smp members as retail workers
CLAYS PERSPECTIVE:
Your honor I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes... the song sang as I -- uncoordinatedly -- did the dance. Then, I heard the back door open. Nick, too, twisted his neck around to look at who was coming in so late. I should've known; it was George.
The song finished and I grabbed my phone. I saved it to my drafts as George walked over. I gave him a bro-hug (bitch idk what to call it tf im not a guy)
"Dude, you're like forty minutes late." Nick said once he finished serving a customer. George entered the target employee service counter I was in. He leant against me as I scrolled through my phone.
"Better than last week, when you rocked up two hours after your shift started," I snorted, laughing. I turned around and hugged him from behind, my hands resting on his chest. He held onto my hands and I squeezed them lightly.
"Okay, okay, I get it," he rolled his eyes, chuckling.
"Well, I'm on break." I said, resting my chin on George's hair. "You came so late you literally have ten minutes of work until your break," I continued, talking to George as Nick spun back around to his work.
"Fine," he groaned unenthusiastically as he slipped out of my grasp and took my spot. I left the area, taking my phone with me, and walked over to the break room. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a customer.
Her hand slithered along my chest, and I moved back a bit, uncomfortable. She flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder. "Hey, you work here right?" She said, looking at my lips. I looked at Nick, who's eyes were wide.
"Uh, yeah. Can I help you...?" I asked, hesitantly.
"Yeah, I was just wondering if you guys sold this here?" She showed me a picture of a wine bottle. I looked at her for a split second; no way she was over 21. She was 18 at best.
"Yeah, we do, but I can only sell that to customers over the age of 21." I said, trying to slip away. I felt her grab me, and I felt my chest close up and tighten. I hated being touched, and this girl who was obviously a minor just touched my chest and grabbed me. It was situations like these where my entire body seemed to collapse.
"Please don't grab me," I said, sliding out of her grasp. She looked at my nametag.
"Your names Clay? Well, Clay, all I'm asking is for you to show me where this is," once again, she showed me the wine bottle. I winced silently and nodded, "yeah, uh, okay."
I lead her near the back to the where we kept drinks for over 21 year old's. She looked for it for a while, and I kind of just stood there uncomfortably, processing what had happened.
"I don't think they have it, can you check the back?" She asked after a bit. I nodded. I walked into the back and slumped myself against the wall. Deep breathes, deep breathes, I reminded myself.
After a minute or two, I walked out empty handed. I had barely stepped back out when I felt the same hands push me against a wall. She grabbed my waistline, and she was so close to me I could hear her breath. I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my mouth.
She touched her lips with mine, and bit them the next second. I pulled my head away and kneed her in the guts. "OW!" She yowled.
I heard George running over, "what happened?" He asked. "Clay! What did you do?" He yelled. Then, I heard Nick come over. George and Nick rushed to the girl first, tending to whatever she demanded with that irritating high pitched voice of hers.
Then, Luke came over. Then Tommy, then Toby. Toby helped George and Nick, while Luke and Tommy noticed how clearly shaken up I was. Luke told Tommy to get me water, and he sat me down.
"What happened bud?" He asked. Tommy chucked Luke a water bottle. Luke passed it to me as Tommy stood next to me, his hand on my shoulder. I was a bit taken aback by how calm and collected Tommy was. I didn't expect him to be the type of person to calm someone like me down, but he did.
"I was.. uh.. I was going to the break room. Yeah, I was going to the break room and she kind of tapped me and was asking me where this drink was," I explained.
"And?"
"And then she kind of touched me and when I went to turn away she grabbed me,"
Luke shrunk back into his shoulders, "go on," he said calmly.
"And so.. uh.. I showed her where we kept drinks and it wasn't here, so she asked me to check the back. Then, in the back, I kind of calmed myself down a bit and I walked out empty handed." I knew what happened next, but I trailed off. I blinked as Luke shook me slightly.
"Earth to Clay?" He asked.
"Give him time," Tommy chimed in. Luke nodded.
"When I walked out, she pushed me against a wall and she kissed me, so I kneed her in the stomach. Then, George and stuff came over, or whatever. I'm not mad that they checked on her, but I'm upset that they didn't check on me," I said. "They just assumed I hurt her for no reason." I said, taking a big gulp of water.
I watched Luke glance at Tommy, but then I zoned out. Just looking at nothing. I rubbed a hand along my jaw and fiddled with the rings on my finger, twisting them around and what not.
Then, I felt someone shove me back a bit. I blinked and looked up at George, who looked mad. I stood up and towered over him. He nearly immediately shrunk back into his shoulders. Luke pulled him aside, and whispered to him something I couldn't hear.
I rolled my eyes and sat back down, checking my phone. 10:48pm. I had 4 messages, all from my Dad.
Dad:
What's happened at the store?
Are you okay?
Clay answer me
I'm coming
Read: 10:48pm
I groaned.
"What?" Tommy asked. I pulled my phone to his face.
"Ah, right, your dad. The Boss. He yelled at me yesterday, but he's a nice bloke. Got a deep voice, that one. Probably where you get it from," he said. I laughed lightly.
"He yelled at you because you nearly broke a cash register," I said.
Tommy shrugged, "yeah, alright, I'll give it to 'em."
I heard the back door open and close with a ginormous slam. Everyone's head turned. I stood up as my Dad walked over, and he stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders. If you thought I was tall, you should see my dad. 6'7. 6'7 was such an uncommon height that we thought he had a genetic problem, only to find out he was just a giraffe. Probably where I got it from.
He was a muscular, tall guy, who was fairly young. I had just turned 21, and he just turned 42. He tightened the tie on his suit and walked over to the same girl that had been harassing me. Tommy nudged me, and I looked at him. "What?" I said.
"That lady's about to get a right old battering," he said, chuckling. My Dad had been talking to the lady for a good few minutes, before he beckoned me over. "Good luck," Tommy said.
I walked over to my Dad, who pulled me closer with a strong grasp. I looked around nervously as a crowd of employees, all who were meant to be my friends, gathered around.
"Clay, did you knee this lady in the stomach?" He asked.
"...Yes, but I had an intent."
"Clay, you're quite the little delinquent. What was this 'intent?'"
"I have two reasons. One, she touched me." I let that sink in. Dad glared at her. "Two, she kissed me without consent or warning. I walked out of the back and she just pinned me to the wall and kissed me. Not to mention she was trying to find a certain drink when she's clearly underage."
I watched my Dad's gaze shift off from me and back at her. "Very well. I trust my own son more than someone who's just been harassing him. Off you go. You come back, you're getting kicked out." He pointed to the front doors.
The lady looked at me and rolled her eyes, walking out. I turned to my Dad, who looked at his phone as it rung. "That's the last time I excuse myself from a meeting to defend you, young man."
"Sorry Dad."
He looked back at his phone and picked it up, walking out of the store through the back.
I wanted to cry. My Dad just forgot about the whole situation and walked out. Half the employees probably hated me. My Dad probably thinks I'm a disappointment, bringing him out of a meeting just to come stick up for me when I'm an adult.
I felt my eyes begin to water when suddenly I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I flinched and turned around hastily. I sighed, relieved, as I saw it was just Luke.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked. I looked at the ground, then back up at him.
"Yeah, I might head home though. Just... tired," I lied. I think he knew I was lying, but he didn't wanna get into it.
"Alright. Want a ride home?" He offered.
"Actually, yeah. But I might speak to George first."
"Alright, I'll wait in the parking lot." He turned, patted me on the back and walked out the back. Now, to face George. I walked around trying to find him before I found him in the back.
"Hey, George." I approached him warily as he stopped his task and looked at me. He leaned on the shelves.
"Hey, about what happened out there, I'm sorry for not checking up on you first. I should've listened to what you had to say," he said, calmly. I looked at him awkwardly for a bit, processing his small apology. George wasn't the best with his emotions, so I knew this was big for him. I smiled, after a bit, and nodded.
"It's okay. We're cool." I said, still smiling widely.
He threw me a laugh, and I walked outside into the parking lot. My hands slid into my pockets. Everything was fine.
Right?