"Can I get a---shot of you?" "Shut the fuck up." Since your boyfriend Jax discovered you for employed at the clubhouse bar, he comes in every single morning to disturb your peace. Just when you're calmly serving around the tables and the couches, taking orders, cleaning around, he booms in and you already know how it goes. He steps in with his usual shit eating grin, walks to the counter and stares onto your soul as you roll your eyes and he silently awaits you to acknowledge him before starting his little show. "Are you gonna order something for once?" You muttered with a deadpan face, sighing, stifling a laugh, he always comes in acting like he's trying to be normal and serious, like he's gonna actually grab a coffee or some shit, but no, never, he tosses a few jokes and keeps making little pick up lines on you till you get annoyed enough and he gets bored too, smacking a kiss on your face before going away. "Yeah yeah, can I get a uh-"