[CLOSED] Life in the fast lane.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey laughed. "Yeah." She snatched Dylan's car keys. "Hey! She's still alive isn't she?" He complained. "She loves me." He stuck his tongue out, sitting down to work on a sketch as Zoey headed outside.

She unlocked the car, Devon, as usual, not buckled in. He glanced at her warily, set the iPod and cards down. She scooped them up. "How've you been?"
"'Kay.." He mumbled, getting out to follow her inside. "Why you got a baby?" He murmured as they passed the others and she faltered. "What?"
"I can smell it.. Growin'.. 'nd he said Britton was a dad.." He rose an eyebrow.
Zoey chewed uneasily at her lip, Dylan staring at her with his jaw dropped.
"Who said that, Dev?"
"The voice.. He told me 'bout Jason, too..." He put his music back in, wandering towards the back room without a change in emotion or expression.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt shook his head, just smiling. He didn't say anything while they spoke until Mat said something.

"I thought you were captain numb nuts." He said.

"I am." He said, sitting back in his seat. Jack toddled over to Zoey, holding his arms up. Britt sighed. "It's a long story.. Okay? And I really don't feel like going into it.." He mumbled, looking from Dylan to Zoey before he dropped his gaze and started back on the tattoo.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan bit his lip, shrugging. "Nice, now my brother hears voices. How much cr-"
"It's Satan trying to fuck him over Dylan. Give him a break," Zoey muttered, but knew Devon talking about a 'voice' would not help his problem. People were still out looking, it was risky even having him here.

She lifted Jack up, supporting him on her hip rather easily despite her height, and headed towards the back room again as she kissed the top of his head.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt just shook his head. Sometimes Dylan shocked him with how heartless he could be. That was his own brother. He just continued to outline the tattoo on Mat's back, wondering if something was wrong. Dylan hadn't even told him hello.

"That tickles." Mat mumbled, and Britt finished that bit as quickly as possible.

"You're so weird."

Jack hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "We do my puzzle now?" He asked.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan glanced at them quietly, working his jaw. He rubbed at bruised knuckles, studying them before returning to the sketch he was working on.

Zoey smiled, setting him down. "Sure." She paused to hug Devon tight, even though he barely looked up, then sat back down and pulled Jack into her lap.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt chewed on his lip, finishing the outline on Mat's back. He wiped it off, wrapped it up, and helped Mat up. Mat pulled back on his shirt, buttoning it slowly as he walked to the front. Britt started to clean off his station, chewing on his lip.

Jack sat down on the table, handing Zoey one of the pieces before he picked one up. He turned it around and around, but it didn't fit, so he put it back. He picked up the next piece, popping it into place.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan watched him get up and stood, wandering after him. Careful not to touch the fresh tattooing, he kissed him slow and deep. "I love you," He murmured, smiled. "I'm sorry...I got a lot on my mind, officers keep coming and checking the house... I punched a guy in the face and they're charging me for assault.."

Zoey smiled, finding the place the the one in her hand. She picked up another one, searching for it's spot.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Mat blushed at the kiss, wrapping his arms carefully around Dylan. He kissed him deeply, hugging him tightly. "You're always getting into trouble, huh?" He asked, reaching up to gently pull his jaw closer for another slow, sweet kiss. "I love you more than anything.." He said quietly, looking up at him.

Jack pointed to a spot where he thought her piece would go. He picked one up, turning it around and pushing it into it's spot. "Oh. Dis one don't go here." He said, picking one off another spot. "I bet daddy put dat dere."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Dylan smirked. "It's my job," He huffed. "They're fining me, no arrest. The guy shouldn't have been talking shit about Dev, especially when on duty. Only I can poke fun at my little brother." He bit his lip, smiled.

Zoey slid her piece into place, laughing at his antics. "You're sure it wasn't you?" She teased, turning another piece over and over until she managed to get it to fit in properly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Mat smiled, shaking his head. "I'd punch someone in the face for talking about him too. He can't take up for himself." He said, gently rubbing Dylan's back. "Why don't you get back to work, baby? After today, I'm gonna be really busy cause Deacon's getting married and yeah.." He shrugged.

Jack shook his head. "No. Dats daddy's side of the puzzle." He said, turning around a puzzle piece. He sat it back, picking up another one. "Daddy always do dat. 'specially when he's had a bunch'a beers."