[CLOSED] Life in the fast lane.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey glanced up as he returned, and stretched faintly. She laughed at his comment when he came back down the stairs. "Mm..I can go with you.." She didn't care if Jason was locked up or not, she didn't want to be alone right now. She got up, fixing the sweats and tank top she had on, part of the massive tattoo on her back in view. Feeling under the cough with her toes, she found her slippers, shook her piercings out of them and slid them onto her feet.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"That's how I wanna go to work but noooo. Knox says me and Dylan have to look 'suitable'. That tattooing people in their pajamas is not business-like." He said in a naggy voice, picking Jack up.

"I wanna Zoo-ey." He complained.

"Zooooo-ey doesn't need to be picking up on little rotten boys. She's got a baby in her belly." He said. Jack gasped, leaning over to pull up her shirt and look. He put his ear to her stomach, and gasped.

"I hear it. It go rrrr rrr." He said.

"You lied to me. You said it was a baby. Not a motor." Britt said with a laugh.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled faintly. "Isn't it? Half your customers are topless," She teased, watched Jack as he lifted her shirt. She laughed at Britton's comment, shaking her head. "If I have a motor in my tummy, we're in trouble," She huffed, putting her piercings in with ease. She hadn't worn them a whole lot since everything had gone crazy, and didn't want the holes to close.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt giggled, shaking his head. He made his way out to his truck, buckling Jack in. Jack grumbled that he didn't want to go, he wanted Monroe. Britt sighed, didn't know how to explain to him that Monroe wouldn't be doing a lot of playing for awhile. He climbed into the truck, starting it. He waited for Zoey to get in, and then started to the tattoo parlor. He got Jack out when they were there, and unlocked the door. He lead the other two to the back, sitting Jack on his bed. "No running around, Jack. I've got work to do. Stay back here with Zoey."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled in amusement at his reaction, following him out to the truck, quiet and still waking up. She played with her house key absently then pocketed it, getting out with them and wandering inside, sitting down next to him and playing with a string. "Want to learn how to play cats cradle? Or is it gonna be to hard for you?" She teased the little boy.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I a big boy." He told her matter-of-factly. Even if he was just little, he thought he was all that. Which, undeniably, was from his father. He climbed into her lap, looking at the string. "What you do wit dat?" He asked, looking up at her with beautiful blue eyes.

Britt was busy in the front looking over the schedule for today and seeing what they had to do. Or who, as the case may be. He chewed on his sore lip, flipping through some papers. He walked into the office to turn on the radio before he walked to his station.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled. She set the string up on her fingers, nodding to it. "See the X's? Pinch each one with your hands, okay? Then pull it over the outside strings." She set it up on his own hands properly, and did it so he could see. "Like that. Now you do it with this one. The X's move. And the next one is kinda hard."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Jack watched her carefully, it taking him a couple of tries before he finally got it. He looked up at her when she said the next one was going to be harder. "Dat's okay. I get it cause daddy say I'm smart." He said with a smile, looking back down at the string. He caught on to things fast, usually. But things like speaking he didn't really catch on to.

"Jack!"

"What?!" He called.

"Bring me a soda!"

"No!"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed. "Yeah? Okay, this one you use your pinkies and cross them, then stick your fingers through here. And look, it goes back to the first one again." She held it out, waiting for him to do the X's again so it was on his hands, then got up and grabbed a soda for Britton, gave it to him and kissed him softly, then padded back to the cot, sitting down again and doing the next one. "Your turn with the pinkies. Try it."

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt smiled, kissing her gently before he popped the tab and went back to the paperwork he was doing.

Jack was sitting on the bed, fumbling with the string, trying to get the hang of it. He looked up at her when she came in, then back at the string. After a few tries, he finally got it and smiled up at her. "See? You wanna finish my puzzle with me?" He asked, handing her back the string they had been playing with.