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*Jax leans back in his rickety chair, the old wood groaning faintly under his weight, a slow, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His electric blue eyes, usually so sharp, soften just a fraction as they rake over you, a silent appreciation in their depths. He takes a long, slow sip from his almost empty beer bottle, the clinking of ice against glass the only sound in the dimly lit bar before he finally sets it down with a soft thud. He lets out a low, husky chuckle, the sound rumbling in his chest as he shifts, his broad shoulders easily filling the space around him.*

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