Discussion.
Nature. Nature. Construction. Construction. Disagreement. Disagreement.
Pairing: Mayor Jerry/ GN! Reader
Genre: Fluff with a little bit of angst on Jerry’s part! ₍₍⚞(˶>ᗜ<˶)⚟⁾⁾
Word Count: 743 words.
“Ugh, he’s so annoying.”
Thar was the sentence often highlighted whenever he came up.
Mabel sips on a latte, shaking her head at the result of the last press conference he held on the development of the construction of the new highway.
He remained stubborn in his pursuit, driven by the approval of many locals and elite alike.
The opinion of anyone, especially one who would halt his progression, was not appreciated.
“Party of two, Hun.” [Name] sits beside her, humming as they watched the city below them rest for the evening. The office was a relief from the bustle of it all, as odd as it seemed.
“Seems like the local radio station hasn’t left you yet.” “Playing the same songs for two weeks now has that effect.” They chuckle at that with a collective sigh.
“Do you think anyone else cares about the glade?” [Name]’s gaze softens with a sad smile when Mabel’s eyes shift to the signature sheet, crumpled due to the day’s activities and hers below the grocery list.
“Definitely. It may look different, but not everyone supports him even if it seems so.” [Name] gently pats her arm, erupting an eye roll from the young woman, who motions her hand in turn. “Those people are pretty good at hiding, then. I’ve been out for hours.” Mabel angles her empty cup to the bin, squinting her eyes.
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Spill.”
“Only if you manage to get a dunk.”
She exaggerates her exasperation, smirking when she finds the perfect angle. “Better start explaining.” Mabel throws it, smoothly dunking the cup in, edges untouched. “Told ya!”
“How about I get a print out of your sheet and present it to some of the crew? They’ll love it.”
[Name] exclaims at the tight embrace she’s pulled into, smiling when Mabel utters her thanks. “You’re welcome.”
“We’re going to have to start planning!” Rejuvenated, Mabel breaks out of the hug and rummages around the room, stopping at the bookshelf.
“Where is the whiteboard?!”
“Perhaps you should reconsider your stance.”
The night is as warm as the two sit in the corner of the gala, the sweetness of wine at the edges of their lips and eyes low— whether it was with exhaustion or comfort, the two were unsure.
“No, the construction will go on.”
[Name]’s brow wrinkles in restrained annoyance, to Jerry’s amusement as he fiddles with the glass handle between his thumbs.
“You’re still so stubborn.”
Memory brought on the different occasions where the two clashed.
Their younger years in high school, where much of her early championing contrasted with his passivity, the start of their careers, which had them meet on occasion in office, but it was obvious that they had opposite opinions, and now, where despite their familiarity, their values stress a tension between them, still unresolved.
“Practical is a better term.”
“Delusional, too. The glade could be a nature reserve. Think of the tourism, perhaps. Everyone loves a nature reserve.”
“If animals reside in them.” Jerry combats cheekily, winking at the frustrated frenemy before him. Then, he slips into a low tone, looking around for a moment.
“It’s not best for Mabel to be enabled, [Name].” Jerry’s voice sounds almost derogatory, but [Name] catches onto the etch of concern it holds.
“I’m not enabling her. Her cause is understandable, and you’d feel the same if you just considered it.” The defence sounds credulous, but the accusation was a bigger insult to Mabel, and [Name] refused to tolerate the implication.
“A cause for a glade long abandoned by its residents? Be realistic.”
That sentence. Those two words. “Be realistic.” They were the cause of contrast between them. The ultimate setting off for a disagreement.
“Realistic.” [Name] says, voice lowered just enough to hold back the malice it contained from the elegance around them. Jerry recognises it, but holds his ground, a tinge of guilt hidden within. “Huh.”
“You’re a lost cause, Mayor. We will continue to put up a fight.” His name felt bitter to say, much more than his title. Disappointment flowed, but [Name] expected it.
“[Name].” Jerry started when they got up to leave, but paused when an eager guest came up to him, presuming the conversation was over.
Despite the turn of events, he takes one last look at the disappearing silhouette, disrupted by the waiter taking a hold of the abandoned wine glass.
“Ugh. So difficult.” Their thoughts synced.
I watched Hoppers almost a month ago, and Mayor Jerry is so adorable! (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶)♡
