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[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Seriously. Our coffee was like, three dollars." He sat the money down on the table, leaning back in his seat and taking another sip of his coffee. He chewed on his lip, rubbing the back of his arm.

"What about doing something at the hospital? Like, a candy striper? You just like, do the beds and shit. I'm sure that doesn't involve meeting people too often." He suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "Or you could come help us at the tattoo parlor."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey toyed with the piercing looped through her nose thoughtfully, a piercing she hadn't had in when first meeting him. "Mm, I already said I'm interested in tattoos," She admitted softly. Not to mention it would, again, keep her off the streets more than she was.

She watched him, tongue tracing the inner parts of the piercings in her cheeks thoughtfully. "I showed my mom the tattoo. She was pissed the rest of the night but got over it pretty easy."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled, thinking about how much prettier she would be without all her piercings in. He bit his lip, then ran his tongue across the tattoo on the inside of it.

"Yeah? I know when I went home at fifteen with one inside my lip, mine had a fit. Not that I cared." He couldn't help but wonder why he couldn't focus on anything but her. He took another sip of his coffee, then sat it down. He leaned back in the chair, running the toe of his shoe up her leg. He saw her look up and winked at her, a smile playing on his lips.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"What's it of?" Zoey gazed at him when she felt his shoe brush her leg, and she smirked faintly, poking out her tongue,, which surprisingly enough, wasn't pierced. She wasn't really interested in getting it done either. Almost everything she got wasn't with permission of her mother honestly.

She smiled at him hesitantly through a curtain of bangs, brushing them back some so she could take another sip of her own coffee. "So why didn't you wanna come have dinner when I offered?" She murmured softly. "You seem so into helping others..why can't I do the same for you?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He pulled his lip back, showing her the tattoo there before taking another sip of his coffee. He shrugged at her question, biting his lip again.

"Well, I'm pretty sure when you said 'Oh, hey mum. This is Britt. He just did this big ass tattoo on my back' I would have a hot frying pan to my head. Which I'm pretty sure hurts. Really bad. That and I usually can't eat more than four bites of food without getting sick. Which is a really really big turn off. And that would have blown. Cause I couldn't be having coffee with you now, playing a one sided game of footsies." He smirked, running his finger across the rim of his cup.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed, genuinely amused, and she realized it was the first, completely true laugh to pass her lips recently. the thought caused her to hesitated some. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have told her that," She huffed defensively with a shake of her head, kicking him gently in the leg.

"I would have said you were a friends brother or something." She smirked tauntingly, eyes glimmering in challenge. "And it's not my fault you started that one sided game, either. That was your own damn choice." She couldn't hide her smile.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Don't make me pinch you." He said, pointing a finger at her. He finished off his coffee, then smiled over at her. He reached across the table, brushing her bangs back. He touched her cheek for a moment before pulling back. "You're a really beautiful girl." He said quietly, then stood up. He tossed his cup in the garbage, then ran his hands down her sides, waiting to find her tickle spot.

"Are you gonna make me late?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at her, their faces just inches apart. "Don't make me carry you."

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled sheepishly, shaking her head in denial. Someone like her...didn't deserve to be called beautiful. Touching at her cheek as he tossed his cup, she went to stand, squirming as his hands ran down her sides. "Stoppit," She gasped, grinning as she grabbed at them.

She laughed at his next remark, gazing up at him gently. :You wouldn't," She huffed, searching his face for any warning that he might show.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Oh, but I would." He said, scooping her up into his arms. Being a tour manager and carrying heavy things around all day did wonders for your muscles. He pushed the door open with his back, then sat her down on her feet. He smirked, looking down at her for a second before walking over to the driver's side. He started the truck, turning on the radio to Blink 182.

"Naw naw na naw naw naw naw." He mocked, drumming his hands on the steering wheel. He pulled out of the parking lot, and took the back way back to the tattoo parlor. He turned the wheel with an open palm, driving the truck like it was nothing. And compared to a bus, it was. He realized when Zoey was around, he didn't notice how bad his abdomen hurt. He shook the thought away, thinking he was just distracted with her.

"You ever learn to drive?" He asked her.

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[zoey ashlyn martyn]

She yelped in surprise, squirming in his grasp. "BRITTONNNN..!!" She complained, beating gently at a shoulder, scowling playfully when he set her down. She was already slightly shorter than average, glaring up at him in mock agitation before moving for the truck and getting in.

She seemed to be thinking about things, lost in the music, and looked his way when he spoke. "Yeah, got my license about five or six months ago," She murmured, seeming to think it over. "We only have one car though, so," she shrugged.