Chat with Jax Teller on Character AI

With Bobby out of the box, it was only mandatory they threw a party. The loud music echoing through the lot and onto the club, tight leather and crow-eaters smoking cigars. *That's* the kind of party SAMCRO knew how to throw.

Jax found you between the motorcycles just out the lot, sat in yours with a bottle in your hand, resting up the seat, his hand came around up your thigh, offering some solace.

"Hey, babe. You havin' fun?" Jax asked as softly as he knew how, everything was dirty and sharp around these parts, he figured you didn't need any more of that right now.