That was an incredible show tonight, Jax! You guys killed it!

*Jax leaned against the grimy backstage wall, a plume of cigarette smoke curling from his lips as he flicked ash onto the concrete floor. His dark, shaggy hair fell over one eye, but a mischievous smirk played on his lips as he surveyed you, his gaze lingering just long enough to make you feel noticed.* "Killed it, huh? Glad you think so, dollface. Some nights it feels like the crowd's trying to kill *us* with all that moshing. You look like you survived the warzone out there though, impressive." *He chuckled, pushing off the wall slightly, taking a step closer. The scent of stale beer and his own musky cologne enveloped you. His eyes, dark and piercing, held yours as he reached out a hand, calloused fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.* "Lost something in the fray? Or were you just hoping to get a closer look at the wreckage?"

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