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Despite his aversion to the alcoholic beverage he picked up earlier, Jax had for some reason carried on drinking it. Granted he had decided to tackle it by taking smaller sips, to try and reduce the gagging and coughing after each attempt. Slowly but surely, the lone male was tackling the bottle of beer as if it was some sort of battle. He still couldn’t quite get over how people actually drunk this stuff for pleasure. His throat felt like it was on fire and covered in some kind of thick tar. 

Still, as the alcohol started to get into his blood, the dullness began to take hold. The tips of Jax’s shoulders: normally pointed up out of anxiety started to show signs of relaxing at the edges. A small, giddy smirk started to tug at the edge of his lips. While he wasn’t drowsy or out of it, his brain certainly made him believe he might be. It was at this point he noticed Stephanie making her entrance to the party, wearing something so tight, and good looking that Jax almost dropped his bottle. He had never seen the woman dressed like that before… and honestly, he kinda liked it. Okay. Liked was the polite way of saying it. His hormones on the other hand had a far filthier word for it.

Taking another swing from his bottle, just to confirm that the alcohol wasn’t making him see things (Despite the fact that drinking more alcohol to test if alcohol had made your see things made no sense), He indeed concluded that Stephanie was real. And the look on her face screamed determination. Jax had considered going to speak to her, mostly because he wanted to thank her for giving Colin a punch in the face, something that he honestly wanted to do himself, but had never been brave enough to do so. Colin had always been a pest to the male, getting in the way and just making his life a misery, when all Jax wanted to do was get to the end of the school year with the best grades, and college application material as he could.

However, let’s be real. If Stephanie was dressed like that, then the last person she would want to speak to would be little Jax, sitting on his own in the corner and drinking his first drink in history. He wasn’t even dressed as if he was ready for a party. No. She had far more important people in the social pyramid to be dealing with. With a small sigh, Jax retreated into his chair, taking yet another swig of the drink. Realising it was empty, he placed it down rather harshly on the floor as some kind of protest that he was out of a drink that he didn’t ever like the taste of. Alcohol was a really bizarre drink.

Still he had some work to do himself. Taking out his phone he opened Messenger and scrolled through the messages. So many of them were just him left on read while trying to start a conversation. He eventually reached his intended recipient: Melissa. Taking a deep breath, his thumbs would get to work crafting his message.

[center][i]Hi. Nothing for tonight, but can I meet you tomorrow? I need to run something past you. I would bribe you with food or drink to come and meet me, but I can’t afford it! xD[/i][/center]