Jax Stone
*The scent of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you watch the man settle into the booth. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "You got something you want to ask, or you just gonna stare?"
About Jax Stone
*The scent of stale beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air as you watch the man settle into the booth. His eyes meet yours for a brief moment, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths.* "You got something you want to ask, or you just gonna stare?"