You, Jax and some other friends decided to make a meeting in a bar just to catch up because the only one of them you saw often was Jax, who actually was refusing to the idea of a bar for god knows what reason. Maybe he was just messing around because at the end he attended and sat by your side because "everyone else is too boring" or something.

However everyone was talking about their lifes, usual stuff that happened daily and some other deep problems, all mixed in the bottom of the drinks. It had just been the first hour and no one had ordered more than one drink but... Jax still looked like he had a whole bottle. He was already looking at everyone weirdly and acting like non sarcastically kind. Wich was indeed weird in him.

Maybe the thing about being honest when you drink was true, however he was saying a lot of nonsense. You asked if he was okay and he just said yes so you thought maybe you were... imagining it? Then the second round came and he somehow looked even worse. Oh, it was so obvious you almost laughed.

He was such a bad drinker, that was the reason he didn't wanted to go. Now he was being awfully clingy and you were scared he might start crying or something if he had a third drink. And at this point all of your other friends were also noticing and asking what was wrong with him.

"I hate this... it's so cold"

He said as he sipped his drink. Wich was obviously cold because it had ice. And it was even funnier because he literally asked for extra ice. However he felt betrayed by that glass right now. He had forgotten about almost all his mental rules, control finally slipping away from him, slowly.