[CLOSED] you're giving me such a rush.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt didn't say anything else, just listened to Satan telling him he was stupid for telling her he loved her. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair until she fell asleep, then he got up and left her room, closing the door gently behind him. He grabbed his keys off the sofa, and walked out the door, locking it behind him.

'Youre such a fool. She doesn't love you.'

"I know. Rub salt in it." Britt mumbled, climbing into his truck.

'So why would you love her? She's just a whore, right?'

"Yeah. Whatever.." He mumbled, starting to wonder if he should believe him. He started his car and drove back to the parking lot where he laid down across his seat, soon falling into a restless sleep.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey stirred as the door closed, but didn't wake. She nestled further into the blanket, mumbling Britton's name softly in her sleep. She rolled over uneasily, the soft breeze from her window pushing past the screen and fluttering her hair. She rolled onto her back.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt woke up the next morning to Knox trying to yank him out of his truck. "Bro. It's like, almost noon. Get up." He said, and Britt groaned.

"Sorry.. Sorry. I just.. Okay.." He mumbled, getting out of his truck. "Can I take a shower?"

"Yeah. We got them to put one in te back and a cot so you don't have to sleep here. Just don't be banging your girlfriend here." He said.

"I'm not.." Britt mumbled, clearly depressed. He made his way slowly to the back, his head down.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan glanced up as Britton came inside. "Why so down pretty boy?" He sneered playfully from where he was touching up a tattoo design. The words weren't as cold as they once used to be, and he watched him for a moment in honest question before looking back down at his work.

Zoey yawned softly, rolling over and stretching as she rubbed at an eye. She glanced at the clock, realizing it was Saturday, and got up, padding to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Pulling on some clothes, she fixed up her hair and makeup carefully and headed for the living room, putting in her snakebites and septum, then found the piercings for her cheeks and carefully put them in. She glanced around the empty house, wondering if Britton was at work, decided to go do something after she stopped by to see him. Grabbing her house key, she headed out, locking the door behind her and starting down the street towards the tattoo shop.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Says the guy with the pretty boyfriend." Britt retorted, but didn't mean anything by it. He took a quick shower, pulling on a change of clothes. He dried his hair carefully, tossing the towel aside. He walked out, telling Knox to make an appointment for Mat before he got his first customer of the day. He lead the girl to his chair, a girl who's tattoo he had been working on for awhile now. He took his seat, grabbing his ink and gun before starting on her tattoo.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan chuckled. "He is pretty," He teased, glancing up as Zoey wandered in the door.

Zoey glanced at Knox curiously, eyes landing on Britton already working. She wandered to the chairs to wait and sat down, playing with a scrape on one of her knuckles absently.

"Your girlfriend is heeerree," Dylan sang and Zoey rolled her eyes.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Congratulations, Dylan. You don't need eye glasses." Britt said, rolling his eyes. He finished up the rest of her tattoo, then sent her out front to Knox.

"Dylan! Tell your toy he's got an appointment with Britt at five Tuesday!" Knox yelled, Britt waving in his next customer. He took the sketch from them, then looked over at Zoey. "What's wrong?" He asked.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan scoffed. "Duh, perfect vision yo," He drawled, waving the guy waiting for him over.
"Will do," He called to Knox, glancing at the guy when he asked who had done his own tattoos. He pointed at Britton with a smirk, but knew he had cried the entire time after when Britt went through to interlace Mat's name.

He led the guy to his station to start working on his unfinished sleeve.

Zoey glanced up, smiled. "Nothing, just wanted to stop by before I go for a walk." She shrugged, felt like something was off. What had she done..?
She waited until he wasn't actually tattooing for a moment before glancing around, and stealing a kiss once she was sure nobody would call her out for it. "Call me when you're off, 'kay? I'll probably meet friends at the park." She kissed his cheek, waving on her way out the door. She looked around, debating, and finally started up the road by herself, passing the alleys and shops on her way to the park, taking her time.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt kissed her gently, chewing on his lip ring as she spoke. "Yeah, I will. I should get off around nine." He said quietly, looking down at his old shoes. 'I think these are from tour..' He thought, looking back over at her as she started to leave. "Be careful." He said, then waved at Jack as Monroe came through the door with him, his foot at least in a boot now.

"Hey Britton." Jack said, waving at him.

"Hey, Jacky." He said, then walked over to his customer, looking at the sketch before he started on it.

When he was almost done for the day, he sent Zoey a text so he wouldn't be on the phone, then leaned back over Harper, who was talking across the hall to Dylan. "And then I fell in the apple tub." She said with a smile.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey went and hung out with Seth and Cala for a bit until they had to go, then sat on the swing. Connor was in the hospital, and she honestly preferred hanging out by herself sometimes no matter how it seemed at school. She glanced down as her phone buzzed and smiled, getting up to head back, looking down at her phone as she sent a reply that she was on her way.

Dylan laughed softly, bent over the guy he had been working on, a bird and locket on his shoulder. "How the hell did you manage that?"