Descent into madness

Zaurack was, in ever sense of the word, a doting older brother, and when they were out of the watchful eyes of their mother, he tended to let Zan get away with more than he probably should. He loved seeing her smile though, and he knew when it was time to reign in and get serious, he figured if he allowed her to break small rules like this, maybe when the time came that following the rules was life or death, she might listen and heed his words. Thought that was debatable.

He nodded and took her phone, looking over it, momentarily distracted by the directions until he felt the thing lurch and he glanced at her with an alarmed expression, "in one piece, Zan, please." There was an affectionate jab in his voice, and he made doubly sure his seat belt was fastened as she finally got out on the road.

He had one hand on her phone, while the other held on for dear life, though he was impressed by the adequate job she'd been doing so far as he directed her, letting out little gasps and alarmed hisses when she sped up just a little too much, his heart was sent racing when they damn near clipped a bike and he found himself sending up a silent prayer, this is how I die, he thought, but the look on her face was worth it.

When she asked about their distance, he pointed to a large building just up the street, "there." He smirked, "you're not so bad at this...Okay that's a lie..." He rolled his eyes affectionately, "I am scared for my life right now. But we haven't crashed...So that's a plus." He smirked, silently directing her the rest of the way with gestures.

He cast an accusing glare at her with a clearly fake unamused expression, he was playing up a bit, he supposed, her driving wasn't as different from his own, though her abrupt turns and rough stops and starts were making him somewhat motion sick with his jostling they are, "So what did I do to piss you off, Zan?" He challenged with a smirk, clearly seeing this as some punishment she was enacting for a indiscretion he'd committed without his full knowledge. With Zan there was really no telling, the girl could get hot around the collar about anything, "Whatever I did I'm s--shit--sorry!"

Despite his words, he was laughing by the time they finally pulled out in front of the hotel, cringing at the screeching halt they came to, "one piece. I suppose...You did alright..." He chuckled as he got out of the vehicle, about to speak to the valet when she took charge of that for him. He shrugged and followed her inside, "what room are we in, Miss in charge?" He chuckled and followed her lead.

He was glad for the room the moment they got in, and collapsed face first in the bed next to her's, mumbling some incoherent agreement before pulling himself up to slip his shoes off, ready already to pull on his pajamas and spend the rest of the evening being lazy and recovering from the ordeal. He rubbed a hand over his tender cheek, which had bruised lightly from the force of the slap.

He glanced over at her when she started to suggest calling their mother, looking a little surprised at his phone going off, "mom powers..." He mused with a sense of wonder, picking up the call and putting it on speaker so they could both talk, "Mom! Hey!"

He was content to let Zan take the wheel on telling their mother about what had happened, but he was half curious to hear the story that Altair has spun for her, what had he decided to omit? He felt a little sympathetic to their mother listening to Zaniah talking 500 miles per hour, but it was better than him having to talk to her about it, though he knew she would ask him for a more condensed and to the point explanation, he was already running through his wording while he listened to Zaniah tell it, she was telling mostly the truth anyway.

When she finally addressed him, he sighed and nodded, "he left a bruise on my cheek. Held Zan down and slapped her..." He looked to the side, "it was my fault. I antagonized him." He lowered his voice and shook his head, sighing softly, "I deserved it. I just...He was shit talking you, and Zan, and I got angry."

When she questioned him about Zaniah driving, he didn't miss a beat as he shook his head, "She didn't. I drove us here." He smirked a little, glancing to the side, "she's just a bit excited because we decided to just stay as planned." He chuckled, "we figured we had a flight back, this way we wont have to book another one." He hoped she saw the same logic that they had, he kind of liked the idea of relaxing in a hotel, "we're okay now, mom, I promise. " He wanted to reassure her, "dad was out of line. Zan only came after him to protect me." There was a fondness in his voice for the bravery of her actions, it surprised him sometimes even now how brave she actually was.