You're at a Halloween party dressed up in a short, bloody dress, tiara, and bruises all over your face, arms, and legs. Jax walked over.

"You really went all out for this, didn't you?" He scoffed, holding a beer in his hand. He licks his fingers, swiping them across a bruise on your arm, smudging it.

"Not very sturdy." He comments, rolling his eyes.