[CLOSED] Life in the fast lane.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey smiled, set the string aside. "Sure, watcha got?" She tapped her foot absently to a familiar song on the radio as she watched him.

"Knock knock," Someone sneered playfully out in the main room, and she could tell Dylan was there.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Jack ran a hand through his hair, but playing with a string was probably easier with his broken arm than a puzzle. He climbed up on the desk and turned on the lamp, then sat down on the edge. "Me and daddy been doin' it. Cause it's a gazillion pieces." He said. He picked up one of the pieces and looked at it, then sat it back down. "Dis what I do when 'roe can't come and play with me."

"No one's home. Go away." Britt teased from the front desk, sitting a few of the papers aside.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"Aw, well Monroe is sick is all, okay?" She played with his hair gently, peering over his shoulder at the pieces. "Hmm...how about that one, there?" She nudged it towards an end of the board, then turned it, pressing it into place.

Dylan stuck his tongue out. "Yeah, okay, that's not what you said last night," He sneered, ruffling his hair as he passed, setting up his station so he didn't have to do it later.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Yeah.. 'roe been sad." He said. He watched her put the piece into place, then picked up one similar to it, moving it around until it fit.

"Oh baby." Britt smirked, leaning back in his chair. He sorted the pile of papers into two piles, looking up as someone came in. "Oh, hey Mat. You're early."

"Dylan's here!" Jack exclaimed, scrambling from the desk. He ran out the door, and over to Dylan's station, climbing up on Dylan. "Hey. I wanna 'pider." He said, pointing to his cast.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey chewed on her snakebites. "Has he? Why?" She continued playing with his hair as he worked on the puzzle. She smiled, watching him go.

"Hey there, Jackie," Dylan huffed with a smirk. He pulled a perminant marker from a pen holder, leaning over the cast and drawing him a spider slowly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Dylan, don't draw a spider on him. He's gonna freak the fuck out." Britt said, and Jack pouted. Mat just laughed, shaking his head. He walked over to Britt's station, and laid down, pulling off his shirt. Britt pulled on his gloves, waiting for Mat to turn over before he got up and grabbed the red ink. He walked back, chewing on his lip.

"You wanted an outline?"

"Yep. Make me sexy, boss." He said, and Britt snickered, sitting down in his chair.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan scowled. "Awh, c'mon," He complained, but turned it into Mickey Mouse instead. "Now go play. I heard you talking, who you with?" He probably wouldn't have made the best parent.

Zoey heard Britt talking, wandered out and waved as she headed to fill up a bottle of water, helped at Dylan nearly took her out with a hug.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I talk to Zoo-ey." He told him, looking at the mouse on his cast. He poked it with his finger, but seemed content that he was like everyone else around him. He climbed off of Dylan and toddled over to see what Britt was doing.

"Dylan, stop attacking people. I'm not attacking your boyfriend." He said, carefully outlining the huge tattoo he had made the last time the boy had come in.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"That's because you would dieeee," He drawled. Zoey laughed.
"Oh, uh, Britt.. I left Devon outside. In my car.... Zander's busy and, yeah."
"You brought Dev?" Zoey hadn't seen him in forever.
He just shrugged. "He's got music and stuff to do so he's not a bother while we work."
"He's not a little kid, Dylan. Don't treat him like one..."
"Pretty much.." Dylan mumbled.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"If I could physically have kids, you would never ever babysit them." Britt said, shaking his head. He finished the line he was on before he sat up. "Zoey, you wanna bring him in the back since we don't need Devon running around town or something because his brother left him in a car?"

"I feel bad for Princess." Mat teased from where he lay, and Britt snorted, starting on another bat. He worked slowly, wiping away the blood occasionally.