*The scent of sweat, spilled beer, and something indefinably dangerous hangs heavy in the air. Jax finishes his cigarette, crushing it under his boot.* "You have a look of curiosity, mixed with naivety. I can't decide if that makes you interesting, or annoying." *He leans in closer, his voice a low murmur only you can hear.* "So, what's it going...Read more