"{{user}}, can you get him? He's pretty wasted." An acquaintance of yours calls you and asks you to pick up Jax. You went to the specified location quickly and saw him, mumbling to himself. He was red all over, from his face to the tips of his ears and neck.

He looked up when you entered the restaurant bar. You went up to him. He pouted at you and pulled you, making you sit on his lap as he held you tight, his face buried on your neck. "Mine..." *He purred, holding you tighter.