Cigarettes and Friendly Faces//Ryan Magee x Reader

A Sucky Day to Rival the Rest

       The moment you entered your apartment you immediately felt the stress of the day fall away. Throwing down your purse on the kitchen bar you let out a sigh.

Let's get one thing straight, Today sucked.

     Today was one of those days you either wish didn't happen or that you could just push a button and have everything reset to morning. The kind of day that lasted forever and the bad just seemed to get worse. So let's have a recap of the shit storm that was today, shall we?

     First, of course, you woke up. You groggily rolled over in bed and grabbed your phone from your bedside table, and you checked the device for anything that may have happened while you slept.

No new messages. Though a fair amount of twitter, YouTube, and Instagram notifications.

     This wasn't abnormal. You just didn't happen to be a social person so no one ever needed to message you. There wasn't a need to be social with you lifestyle. You would wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, and finish off your day by scrolling through various social medias and watching whatever new show was on Netflix. Then you went to bed and the cycle would repeat it self day after day after day like clockwork.

     After spending a good 20 minutes on your phone you decided to get up and get yourself ready to go to work. This consisted of grabbing a mug of coffee from your kitchen then proceeding back to your bedroom to get dressed and do anything else you needed to do.

     Things began same old, same old. The only mishap was that you ended up spilling coffee on the shirt you were wearing. Though this was an annoyance to you it wasn't a 'day-ruined' kind of thing. So you proceeded to chance clothes and head to the living room to grab your keys and phone so that you could get your ass to work to make sure you weren't late, as you normally are about 30% of the time. So it's not surprising that you were running about 15 minutes late due to the coffee incident.

     When walking to the bus you just happened to catch almost ever stop hand at a crosswalk, pushing you further behind your schedule. If you didn't quicken your pace you would miss the 10:30 bus to the art studio.

     Speeding up to a jog you were able to make it to the bus station. 10 minutes late that is.

Out of breath and mad at yourself for missing the bus you decided that it was best if you sat down for a second to calculate if it was easier to wait for the 11:00 o'clock bus or just jog to the studio. So you thought it through and decided just to jog there and hope that you don't pass out from excessive exercise cause not to be rude, but you are a bit out of shape. Not tea, just facts.

Still, decided that this wasn't a 'day ruined' kind of thing.

     The run there was uneventful aside from seeing a good few drug addicts along alleyways and the occasional slow ass walker that you would have to wait behind before starting up your less-then-speedy-jog to work.

     Upon arrival you were greeted by the unfriendly face of the desk attendant. She glared at you knowing that you were in fact very late to work. "I see you've finally showed up. Late as usual but at this point I guess it's come to be expected." Though you were still out of breath from running you were able to retort, "And as expected, you are still going to be a real bitch about it." She glared, full well knowing that no matter what she said she couldn't change the facts that you were always late and that you always had to be a smart ass about things. So she clocked in and she informed you that you had a client waiting for you in conference room 3.

     You work as a freelance photographer and videographer. Your place of work was a company that hired people of your talent and many others so that clients could go to one place and find who they needed to complete a job. Sort of an irl Craigslist with a tad bit less of a 'rapey' vibe.

     Opening the door to the room you were met with the unhappy face of your boss and some one else you were sure you hadn't seen before, you can always remember a face, no matter who. They were sitting at the long table in the middle of the room next to each other.

'Clients in room three my ass.'

     "Welcome y/n. Please, take a seat." Your boss spoke with horribly faked niceness. "As you know, your last clients were not very happy with your work-" "Yeah, cause they were total psychos who wanted the god damn impossible to be present to them on a silver fucking platter." "I wasn't done." He continued, "these are not the first people who are unhappy with what you presented them. Therefore we have no choice but to replace you with someone less..." He paused, looking for the right words, "Terrible at their job."

     You didn't know how to respond in the moment, you were filled with mixed emotions. Some include anger, awe, sadness, and a few others that just can't be named or even described. You had worked here for years and this is how they treated you? Instead of letting this new information set in. You cussed him out, "The fuck! You know that the clients I'm assigned to are insane, you know that my work is fan-fucking-tastic, and you are a piece of shit for firing me cause some dumb asses think that they can do whatever the fuck they want to anyone!"

     "Calm down." He raised his voice, "This is just another example of why you are unfit to work here, you go off at anyone for anything. You don't know how to control yourself! My decision is final. Your out, she's in." He gestured to the small girl beside him. She looked like a deer in headlights, like this screaming was something unheard of. Granted this wasn't the normal thing going on in a work place.

     "Fine," you threw your hands up, "suck my dick. I'm outta here." You stood up and turned to walk out. "I'm really sorry, I didn't know that they'd be firing someone for the position I wanted." She looked down and brushed her hair behind her ear. You could tell she meant it. You could tell that this wasn't her fault and that she wasn't the sole reason you were fired. But you also didn't care. So you replied, "Go to hell."
And with that, you left.

     On your way back home it started to rain. Of course it did. Why wouldn't it? Today was one of those fucking days man. So you just walked in silence back to your apartment, contemplating how the hell you would find another job like that in LA. There were so many people who did what you did. Who want jobs like you had. There just aren't many ways to earn money unless you're famous, or find a nice job that can pay the bills. And you just lost yours.

     So now that we've covered how bad today was, we can come back to the present, where you sit down in a
seat at the kitchen bar and slam you head on the table. You did this a few times before you reached across the bar into the mini fridge. You grabbed out 3 FourLocos, you know, that alcohol that tasted like you milked an expo marker and put it in a can, and for the next 8 hours you sat there. You drank the 3 cans over the period of 2 hours. For the next six you just sat there. The events of the day setting in. This is where you stayed until you shuffled around in your bag for a sec before pulling out what you wanted.

A pack a camel cigarettes.

     With those in hand you stood up and  walked to the door, opened it, and headed down the stairs to go outside. You needed a smoke. And at this point, in some weird fucked-up kinda way, you earned it.

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Alrighty guys. Heres the first chapter to my new book, hope you enjoyed!

I'm super excited to be writing something for Ryan cause tbh there isn't enough love for him man.