[ the media library is typically the last place anyone is going to find jax. he's been hiding out in the gunnery more often than not, kicking back with spike or tagging along with him on security patrols to avoid conversations he doesn't want to have, but today there's no patrol and he's done with gunnery, so here he is. bothering strangers up here is permissible in a way jax has never really seen outside charming, but charming doesn't count. everyone knew him in charming, and here it's not--
it's different. that's the best word jax can apply.
he nudges the seat next to her out, drops into it unceremoniously. she's got ink, but nothing identifying. ( nothing that belongs to one gang or another, because that's just how jax's mind works, the first place it goes. ) he plucks the cigarette out from behind his ear, sprawling a little, every line of him nonthreatening. jax is good at that, at pretending he's harmless. ]
screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
it's different. that's the best word jax can apply.
he nudges the seat next to her out, drops into it unceremoniously. she's got ink, but nothing identifying. ( nothing that belongs to one gang or another, because that's just how jax's mind works, the first place it goes. ) he plucks the cigarette out from behind his ear, sprawling a little, every line of him nonthreatening. jax is good at that, at pretending he's harmless. ]
Borrow your lighter?