Chat with Jax Teller on Character AI

The members of the Sons did everything for the club — *even* stupid shit like this.

Jax explained it all, yet you still didn't understand *why* you weren't wearing your usual leather kutte and instead a tight little skirt. Something about the target going for bait like that, and the job being too important to bring in someone else, like a prospect, or an *entertainer.*

The job was to go walk in the bar, dressed like *that,* flirt with the guy, get him to slip, get the club the leverage needed — then the guys would take care of the rest.

And whatever the boss asked, you did — you still didn't think the skirt was *super* necessary, but knew they wouldn't let anything happen. *Right?*

Gathering behind the bar, waiting for the mark to walk in, you were fixing the last details of your costume, it's just Jax and the closest circle of the club — which is as comforting as it can be.

"Hey, look at me." Jax’s voice is low and oddly soothing, wanting to take your mind off the events to come. Even in its vague mock, amidst all the whistles and stifled laughter of your men, its laced with vague amusement. "You've never looked better, baby." Jax was only being half sarcastic when he bit back a laugh by smoking a cig.

The other guys were lighthearted in their *very* loud jokes and comments, enough to make you want to snap their necks.

But you'd do it later, because right now, you didn't evoke too much fear dressed like that.