Be the guy that has nothing to run from

Ian Novak || 26 || MMA Fighter

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie‌:

“I think part of it is the scru-…” Mackenzie paused, “Wait…you’re a receptionist? At a vet’s office? Okay, now you’re just dickin’ with me.” She snorted, but felt him brush up against her shoulder causing her to feel things she shouldn’t have been feeling, at least not with Dog Boy, “Guess what? I don’t drink coffee, so your metaphor is about as useful as an 8oz sleeve on a 20oz cup. Meaning it doesn’t work.” Okay, it did actually work, and she knew it, but her pride was getting in the way. And plus, who was this guy? Seriously. Coming in…making her feel…“My comment was apparently the truth since you’re obviously butt-hurt about the entire thing.” He was so infuriating, yet so hot. “I don’t even fucking know, but I’m glad he sees something, because going through life lonely leads you on a one way street to Suicide City.” A part of Mack had been joking, but her past hadn’t been one to laugh about. Fortunately, he didn’t know a damn thing about her.

“Totally not messing with you on that one. That’s is exactly what my day job is. I like dogs, sue me.” He shrugs softly before scoffing at her comment. “Yet you still know that ice and hot coffee are the same so....totally works but I’ll play along.” Ian narrows his eyes at her, his look one to make her know he didn’t believe a damn word she was saying in that moment. It was at that point that his friend waved him to the front door, obviously ready to go. But before Ian could allow himself to walk off he leaned down to whisper in the girl’s ear. “My night job, though still not illegal, is pretty fucking cool. Maybe some day I can show you what I can do. Just hit up Nate for my number.” A smug grin was on his lips as he made his way towards his friend and out the door, Ian always having been someone who needed the last word.

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie‌:

“How many friends do I have? One best friend. His name is Colton, and he’s enough.” She continued what she was doing on the computer, her eyes watching the screen. “I’ve heard hanging around with masochists can be a dangerous thing, and if this isn’t your business, then what do you do? Actually scratch that. Do I want to know what you do? You’re probably like an accountant or something. Something super boring and on the weekends and late at night you do illegal shit, like fighting cocks and hanging out in strip clubs, which isn’t illegal, but still.” She was so glad her boss and the few other people she worked with weren’t hanging around at the moment, because she would certainly get fired for the way she was talking right now. “Oh, so besides the illegal activities at night, you’re a mama’s boy? Makes sense. Does she know about your side hobbies?”

“I’m so glad I look like the kind of guy who does shady and illegal shit. I mean that’s a huge compliment right there, thank you.” Shaking his head, Ian pushed himself off of the desk and walked closer, his arm brushing against her shoulder as he reached out and pushed a few keys on the keyboard. “You realize you’re sitting here making coffee cup sleeves and saying an accountant is boring, right? It’s like saying you’d rather drink iced coffee over hot coffee...both very much the same just different temperatures.” Ian really wasn’t sure why he was defending himself in this moment but he felt that he needed to say something so that she didn’t think he was kind of bum who sold street drugs. “I’m a receptionist by the way...in a veterinarian’s office. And my side hobbies aren’t illegal...too bad you’ll never know what they are with that mama’s boy comment. There’s nothing wrong with that by the way, it’s perfectly respectable to love your mom.” A light chuckle escapes him before he looks down at her. “So this best friend of yours...what does he see in you anyway? Asking so that I know how to make some in the future.”

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie:

“This guy?” She glanced back to her co-worker with narrowed eyes. Turning back around, she continued working on what she had previously been doing. “Surely you have more friends than just him…” She adjusted things that needed to be changed and moved around other things on her electronic canvas. Every now and then, Mack shifted her eyes to look at the guy standing next to her. He wasn’t bad looking, so that was a plus, and whatever he was wearing actually smelled good. Stopping, she glanced up at him, “I thought yoga was supposed to be calm and meditating. This sounds like yoga in an oven being terrorized by nightmarish things like going to the dentist. Don’t tell me you own this place, and it actually has business.”

“How many friends do you have?” Crossing his arms over his chest, Ian shook his head at her. “You think I have friends with this aggressive personality? He’s the only one who puts up with me ans my snark. I don’t know why, maybe he’s a masochist.” His smile spreads like butter when she looks at him, the dark haired male almost laughing at the idea of such a stressful yoga business. “Nah, not my business but I’ve learned that the crazier the advertisement the more people want to check out the product. Maybe that’s why a lot of your customers are crazy. Besides, I don’t really have time for my own business at the moment. Just thought my mom might enjoy the business.”

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie:

“Apparently not. Not many of them are.” Every now and then she had the perfect customer. The one who knew exactly what they wanted, sent their stuff in in a timely manner, and let Mack do her job with a little freedom. But that was rare. “Oh, so you’re actually serious?” She couldn’t refuse him, unless she wanted a firm kick in the ass out the door. Glancing back over to Chris, she yelled out to him, “This guy your friend? Don’t give him my contact information, or all that stuff with your name plastered all over it sitting in the fridge…is either going in the trash or home with me.” She looked back to the guy standing in front of her, “Looks like you’re just gonna have to come back or stand here and wait, until I can get to your ‘fire-haired bunnies running around a dark forest with…fairies’? What is this for anyways? A rave?”

“Of course they aren’t....” He said this slowly, eyebrows raised as he leaned against her desk while crossing his arms. He wasn’t sure if she had just not gotten the sarcasm in his words or if she had and was ignoring it but either way he was a little taken aback. “Oh come on now, he’s already warned me about messing with his work buddies. If he thinks I’m messing with you he’s going to drop me as a friend and then I’m going to be friendless. Do you want to be responsible for me having no social life and dying an old man? That’s where I’m headed.” As he says this he can’t help but grin to show the girl that he was absolutely kidding with her, exaggerating his words with hand gestures as he does. Another question that had him raising his eyebrows at her but this time with a mock scowl on his face. “Do I look like the type of guy who goes to raves? It’s for my yoga class....”

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie:

Mackenzie looked over from the computer screen she had been focusing on. Nothing had been going right, and the man requesting the mock up had already emailed her multiple times asking when his proof would be done, “No. It’s really not. And this asshole won’t quit emailing me, so I can get his crappy album cover done.” She looked back to her screen and resumed working, until she heard the guy’s comment. He had her focus again, I swear, if you do that, I’ll personally make it a point to kick you so hard in the nuts, you’ll receive the sex change you never asked for. It’s what she wanted to say, but she didn’t. “Uh, just so you can torture me and be this guy?” She pointed at the artwork. “No.” With a smirk, Mack turned back to face the screen.

“How crappy can it be? You mean to tell me a guy requesting an album cover from a small as company like this isn’t a graphic genius?” He could see the fire in the girl’s eyes which only caused his smirk to grow when she held back. She had to have been biting her tongue. “Are you even allowed to refuse? Paying customer and all that, right? Don’t worry, I’ll just get your e-mail from my buddy, Chris. But instead of an album cover can you just make a simple flyer?” He wasn’t going to add to this girl’s workload but it was going to be fun to mess with her. “I’m thinking a bunch of bunnies with fire for hair running around a dark forest full of fairies.”

[iannovak]

smith-mackenzie:

“The next time someone asks me to mock up an album cover for them this late on a Friday afternoon, I’m going to fucking throw something.”

“As much as I condone violence I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration, right? Is there a deadline?” Ian took a moment to glance at the random girl who had spoken under her breath, not even apologizing for eavesdropping since this was kind of amusing to him. “Also, can I have your e-mail? I think I’m going to need an album mock up next Friday and I want to sent the request in at around four.”