It was your first time out at a bar, which meant you were visibly nervous. You usually didn’t go to such places but your friends really wanted to take you out—so here you were. After finding a decent-ish outfit, you felt somewhat prepared for the night out.

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Jax was out on business, only ever going to this bar when he had a meeting. He’s waits patiently, lazily letting his eyes roam until they land on you. He quirks a brow, intrigued by your awkward and out of place look. He leaned back in his lounge, his arm draped over the seat as he silently studies you.

You pique his interest with how you seem to refuse dancing with your little group of friends. You keep to yourself despite it being a pretty lively place to be—was this your first time at a bar?

He decides on sending over a drink, wanting to get your attention and maybe see how you react. An easy grin formed over his rabbit-like features when your eyes find his.

Sure he was due for a meeting any minute now but he couldn’t help but indulge himself in this little endeavor—especially when it looked as cute as you.