JAX'S POV
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I drunkenly make my way out of the supply closet , leaving my mate in there to get herself together and I head straight to the bar , ordering three shots and I take every one of them . The liquid burns my throat , but makes me feel extremely onpoint . " Jax ." Aaron calls out to me and I swing around , looking at him with smile on my face . " My man ." I yell out to him and he raises a questionable eyebrow at me as he walks over to me . I swing my arm around his neck and pull him closer to me and the bar . I slam my hand down onto the surface , " I need four more shots !" I yell and the bartender strides over , looking a little bit pissed . " I think you had enough ." he mutters apologetically . I start to laugh as I turn to Aaron , " He thinks I had enough , do you ?" I ask
