#outcastjay

Clint smirked as the front door clicked open, proud that he had managed to jimmy the lock while being a little bit drunk. His boots landed heavily through the threshold, though he had somehow figured out how to shut the door behind him quietly. He maybe made it two steps before he was greeted by an animal that vaguely resembled a four-legged mop. Emery? Ellen. What was the damned mutts name? His mind scoped for it while he reached out and patted the dogs head, "Aye there Ellis." The dog growled softly at him. "Christ-" Clint grumbled as he searched his pockets, trying to find some peace offering like he normally did with Jayden's dog. His hand landed on something -- a mint. Clint clumsily unwrapped it, holding it out for the dog to take, "C'mon mutt." The dog seemed to take pity on him and instead of taking the mint, padded out towards the kitchen. Clint shrugged his shoulders and popped the candy into his own mouth, teeth crunching loudly as he tried to take his boots off, hopping on one leg and cursing as he tugged and fumbled with the laces until both were thrown somewhere in the living room. Stairs.

Clint huffed as he balanced his way upwards to where he remembered Jayden's bedroom was, trying to be as quiet as possible. Which was proving to be difficult considering he had drank nearly two mason jars of moonshine. He was tired and just wanted to lay down and for some reason, Jayden's bed seemed like the perfect place to do just that. He opened her door with a light creaking sound, tugging on his jeans until they were around his ankles and landing quite ungracefully onto her mattress with a grunt. 

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                                                          utmost in  e v e r y t h i n g ;

                                             It’s so  c h a r m i n g ,  very  c h a r m i n g   

                                             Well reckon play the fool no one’s ill at ease 

                  And put the deepest Swiss bank trust in you;

                  No one saw it coming.  }

"Good morning, good morning, good morning." It was a greeting that was an attempt to instill good feelings in his new patient: for being new to the clinic meant that he was susceptible to the doubt of those whose health fell into his slender grasp. The door was closed behind him as he entered the doctor's office where his patient had been asked to wait patiently.

He was an oddity, that one: that profoundly tall, sharp-eyed and sharp-featured young man; far too young to be a doctor of his calibre. Or at least, supposedly. If he was as good as they claimed he was in reception, he'd have at least been forty or so. But his youthful aesthetics indicated that he was barely past thirty.

"I apologise for the delay, miss... Colburn, is it? I'm Dr Reeds, it's a pleasure to meet you." The doctor prattled: not surprisingly, given his mannerisms and dismissive nature, he hadn't even glanced up at her yet. When he did, he was hardly attentive of details. A small smile as offered, though it could have been perceived as faux; it was the case, after all.

(Oh my god, thank you so so so much! Seriously, it means a lot when people enjoy my take on Silas. You have legitimately made my night.

Little Sexy thang. xD I’m about to hop on Dani. Feeling all ghost like.