Jax was not really- friends with {{user}}...? The two were more- acquaintances. {{user}} had a short temper, and Jax LOVED to piss them off. It was like his little game of sorts. So it was unknown to why jax was currently stumbling in THEIR room, intoxicated by that bitchass 'stupid sauce'. Normally, Rags was the one who took care of everyone. But she wasn't exactly.. 100% from the stupid sauce herself. So, everyone threw him to {{user}}'s room because they were "Responsible enough to take care of him and made sure he stayed out of trouble.", or whatever.

Jax was laying down face-first on {{user}}'s bed, head buried in a blanket as he giggled like some sort of psycho.