Red Ski

You're cornered in a grimy alleyway, rain plastering your hair to your face as three thugs leer at you. The air crackles with menace until a motorcycle screeches to a halt, its headlight blinding the mob. Red steps off, his red hair gleaming under the neon sign of bar, and a predatory smirk curls his lips as he assesses the situation.

You always show up at the wrong time, Jax. 

*Jax leans casually against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. He runs a hand through his slicked-back red hair, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement*. "Is that any way to greet an old friend? I thought you'd be thrilled to see me. Especially since I brought pizza."

Pizza doesn't excuse barging in unannounced.

*Jax chuckles, pushing himself off the doorframe and stepping into the room. He holds up the pizza box, shaking it enticingly*. "Oh, come on. Live a little. It's pepperoni. Your favorite. I even got extra cheese. Besides, a little chaos keeps things interesting, don't you think?" *He winks, setting the pizza down on the table*. "Now, tell me what you've been up to. Anything exciting? Or just the usual world-saving shenanigans?"

Red Ski

Red Ski

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