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

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I leaned over to get the last apple and I fell in. I guess the worst part was that I was wet. And probably the only person to ever fall in besides a kid." She said, wincing a bit as Britt got closer to her hip. "Wow, it really does look old! You're too good at this."

"It's something to do.." He said quietly, wheeling over to get the little cap of gold he needed. He wheeled back, and started to work on the spots he had left empty.

"He's really good. I didn't think he could make an ugly tattoo I got in high school look so cool." She said, looking over at what Dylan was doing.

"You're gonna make his head big!" Knox called from the front, and Harper laughed.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan chuckled softly. "Why you think I made him do all my stuff?" He rose an eyebrow as he looked over at them, but there was a deeper meaning in his eyes as he gazed at Britton before looking down. He wiped off the last of the blood, taped on a piece of plastic, and ran over the details of how to care for it quickly, though the previously tattooed guy obviously already knew. Then he sent him off to Knox, glancing towards the door as Zoey wandered back in with a smile, ducked away as he tried ruffling her hair. "Noo Dylan," She complained.

"How's Dev?"
He shrugged a bit. "Okay."
"I hope. I miss him.."

But the way he looked at her said something was going on that he wasn't going to say.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt looked up as Zoey came in, raising an eyebrow at Dylan. "I'd say I'd go mess with your boyfriend's hair, but I don't have a need to die." He said, putting the plastic over Harper's tattoo.

"No tight pants for the next few days, don't take the plastic off until tomorrow, don't get it wet for a few days, don't scratch it, don't pick at it, I wouldn't go fucking anyone with a tattoo on your thigh.." He mumbled, handing her a piece of paper with the instructions on it.

"Like I'm sleeping with anyone." She said, pulling up the leg of her jeans.

"I dunno. Your boyfriend's hot."

"He's not my boyfriend."

"Have I ever told you I'm a magician?" He asked, and she wrinkled her nose at him before leaving him to clean up his station.

"Woah, this looks rad, Britt." Knox called and he just shrugged, going to wash off his hands.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan scoffed. "Really Harp? Everyone knows he's hot, go for it." He stuck his tongue out at her.

Zoey chuckled, waiting for Britton to finish, and hugged him firmly around the waist, leaning up for a kiss. She rested a hand on his arm. "Did I do something, Britt..?"

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"He is hot. But that doesn't mean we're gonna bang.." Harper said, leaning over the dividing wall between the front desk and the back.

He leaned down, kissing her deeply. He squeezed her side gently, shaking his head. "No. Everything's fine." He said quietly, running his hand gently up and down her back. He kissed her forehead, taking her hand as he walked to the back to clock out. He grabbed his keys and made his way out to his truck, climbing in the driver's side. He pulled Zoey into his lap, hugging her close.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan laughed. "Yeah, okay," He teased, beginning to clean up so he could leave.

Zoey huffed, following him. "Okay.." When he got in and pulled her into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him again. "I really did mean it, last night, Britt... That I love you. It just scared me." She smiled.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He kissed her back gently, wrapping his arms around her waist. He hugged her close, looking over at her before he reached up for fix her eyeliner. "Yeah, I know." He said quietly, fixing it carefully before he wiped his hand on his jeans. Harper waved at him as she left, and he waved back to her before he pulled his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his sketches. "I sketched.. Minnie Mouse's bow. And I'm thinking about getting it on my other wrist. If Dylan can do it." He handed her the phone, laying back in his seat.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey murmured a thanks as he fixed her eyeliner, gazed down at the phone. "Awh, it's cute, I'm sure he cam.. He's good." She kissed his forehead gently, smiled down at him as he leaned back. She poked his nose, wrinkling her own.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I wish he would have done my Mickey." He said, turning his arm over. "It ended up costing entirely too much." He said, sitting his phone on the dash. He wrinkles his nose back at her, reaching up to poke hers. "Boop."

"Who she?" Britt looked down to see Jack at the car, Knox inside packing up.

"She Zoey." Britt said, sitting up to help him into the truck.

"She pretty." He said.

"Why don't you tell her your name? Then you can flirt with her."

"I Jack." He said, smiling up at her.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed softly at him, looking down at the voice of a little boy. She smiled as Britton helped him inside. "Hi Jack," She murmured gently, smiling at him warmly. She wouldn't deny she was a bitch to most people. But little kids were a different story. "You're gonna be cute yourself, hm? If you look amything like your daddy." She tilted her head, resting it against Britton's shoulder.