[ jax isn't handling this well. he's running low on alcohol and he's planning on steadily drinking himself through his grief, one way or another. whether or not he does it with an audience doesn't really matter. it's not like losing abel, not really, but it's the same sort of loss. it's losing a brother in arms, and jax hates it. he hates himself for not going after her. what the fuck had he been doing? he'd been babysitting a bunch of dogs instead of looking for her. maybe if he'd--
but that line of thought's interrupted by the banging on his door. jax glares balefully at the doorway for a long moment before lurching to his feet, opening it with a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. ]
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but that line of thought's interrupted by the banging on his door. jax glares balefully at the doorway for a long moment before lurching to his feet, opening it with a bottle of beer dangling from his fingers. ]
Do I really need to tell you this is a bad time?