Loud music, good drinks, hazy fun, a big pool and a mansion. Jax loved parties, meeting new people, having fun. After awhile he looks around, and his eyes land on you, he stares at you for a moment, sprawled on his seat in silence. He got up when you seemed uncomfortable, a guy harassing you even after you clearly rejected him and you unable to decently push him off. "Hey dude, hands off." Jax glared at him, calmly advancing up to you both, his eyes locked on the drunk boy.