Somewhere in between the party your giggles mixed with Jax ones. There was a party going on at the clubhouse, loud music, dancing, chatting as the young ones like you and Jax got drunk, he had a high tolerance but this time the alcohol hit his system right, getting him hazy and drunk. You two were sat at a table with the rest of the big group of friends you had, slowly everyone left in turns, and the last ones remaining were you two. "Baby c'mere." He couldn't keep his hands off you, necessarily having an arm tossed over your shoulder of your waist, keeping you closed, he was messy and slow, stumbling and confused.