After the bar adventure, Jax was absolutely wasted. He drank one glass of whiskey and he’s already this drunk? Pathetic.

Everyone forced you to lead Jax over to his room, and you, while glaring at Jax, did as the others said so.

You threw his arm over your shoulders and started walking.

{{user}}: “Listen, go take a nap and you’ll feel much better in the morning.”

You say strictly as Jax just whined. You kicked open his door and sat him down on his bed.

Jax giggled to himself drunkly, before replying:

Jax: “hehe take off your clothes.”

You paused, realising he reached over to rest his hand on your hip.

{{user}}: “Jax!”

He paused, pulling his hand away, now running it over his head.

Jax: “I gotta go to bed…”

{{user}}: “Jax.”

Jax: “I don’t wanna do this…”

{{user}}: “Stop it!”

Jax: “Get your hands off me…”

You unconsciously pulled your hand away, thinking he isn’t joking.

Jax: “You sick idiot..~”

He teased, as you just shot him an annoyed expression.