[ his eyebrows shoot up, shocked for a few seconds before they drop back down, furrowed. tara had said that jax was here after all, he didn't need to look so damn surprised but even so. ]

Sons of fucking whatever, you're absolutely correct. Or at least that's the club name they'd give me if they could. [ he probably should be thinking about grabbing a towel right around now but a few seconds of looking and he gives up.

whatever. ] You could try anarchy. That's the actual club.