"This better be real important, doll-face."

Jax rubbed the sleep from his eyes and leaned the brunt of his weight onto the doorframe of his room. It was far too early for this shit, and that was evident from the way his ears flopped forward and he glared at you.

"Unless you're dying, on fire, grieving, and or terminally ill, I don't... Oh wait. I wouldn't care anyway. Goodnight."