With her arms folded over her chest, Reina watched as he tipped back his head and allowed the liquor to slide down his throat, though amusement crossed her features as his features contorted in disgust, “Of all the fucking liquor you could choose.” She tutted, but took the bottle away to take a swig, her own face scrunching up at the strength, “This is literally piss in a bottle.” She coughed.
“That’s how you know it’s good shit. Won’t have to force it down after a few more, it’ll get the job done much faster.” He grinned when she coughed, a cocky look crossing his features. “You okay hun?” He asked before laughing at her, which was made quite obvious by his expression that it wasn’t with her. “Maybe I could mix it for you, get some orange juice in it. That’ll make it go down easier.”
❝ a DISAPPOINTMENT? oh, no. oh, please, anything but THAT. ❞ that said, he likes to think he’s not dumb enough to refuse free alcohol. ❝ hand it here—good boy. watch and learn, BUDDY. i’m about to show you how to really DRINK. ❞
Jax tightened his grip on the bottle so he couldn’t take it upon being referred to as a good boy. He didn’t like that, or how he was being called buddy. No, Jax took offense to the most minute of things and his boiling point was always just a tick away. “Are you?” He asked, his expression dead serious. “Do I look like a good boy to you, like your buddy?” He raised his eyebrows. “I think you should apologize, BOY. Correct yourself if you don’t want trouble. Then ask nicely and I might still share.”
yvonne nodded slowly towards the other. “you best slow down. i’ve seen your type before and alcohol poisoning never looked good on anyone, no matter how CUTE they were.” of course, that was intended to make the young male feel small; the woman hoped he would need a boost back up later, perhaps in her ‘strip club.’ yvonne loved to play people in the town to contribute to her business. most knew of her game and consented to play as her offers were hardly turned down. “i’m irish, a walking stereotype. what do you think?” that was the last thing she was. the woman was manipulative, enjoyed her little games but there was always room for a laugh.
He gave her a look before his lips twisted into a cunning smirk. "You think I'm cute?" He asked before breaking into a grin. Cute wasn't his preferred adjective but he'd take it. Any attention from a woman was bate to him. "Bravo, look at you go!" He laughed obnoxiously before he crossed his arms. "What's your name, lovely? I'm Jax."
‘ not, ’ livy frowns and takes a step backward, ‘ you really … doin’ this in the middle of the, uh, in the middle of the day, huh? you work on cars at the shop like, ’ she pauses to gesture, ‘ that? ’
Jax sneered at her condescending tone and pointed at her as he shook his head. “For your fucking information, I’m not on the clock.” He answered sternly as he approached her. He leaned against the wall where he’d cornered her and smirked. “Now how ‘bout you pull the rod outta your ass and join me, beautiful? Or are you just here to waste my time?”
“How long have you been?” He asked, realizing he wouldn’t know much about the assailant he was trying to locate. “As I said before–not use to it. I don’t mind it. I’m a talker myself–Uhm, well, I guess not. Not that kind of pal you’re looking for.”
“Ahh. . .” He hummed in thought as he looked up, as though the answer might be in the sky someplace. “Bout a month?” He answered uncertainly. He’d been back on Xanax almost immediately after getting out of prison, which messed with his memory quite a bit. “What kinda pal do you think I’m looking for? I’m not a faggot if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Jax had been at the car shop all day and had just gotten to the lab where he knew Silo would be. He wanted to do something that night, something fun, and he was going to get Silo in on it too. He swung open the door with a kick, hoping it would startle his foster sibling from how loud it was, especially when it swung back and the doorknob banged against the wall. “Hello hello!” He hollered, always one to make an entrance. “Oh, shit!” Jax laughed as he inspected the dent in the wall that the door had left. “Forgot how thin these walls are.”
He grinned and walked over to where Silo was working and left a twenty dollar bill next to him. “I’m just gonna get a few real quick.” He said as he grabbed the finished product and the appropriate amount he had paid for. It was a good thing that Jax wasn’t involved in making the drugs, he’d be dipping into their own supply constantly. At least this way he would pay for it first. Walking over to the table with the Xan’s he grabbed, he crushed them underneath his ID and then sorted a few lines for himself. “Guess what I did today,” Jax said with a mischevious smirk spread over his features. A look like that paired with his question never meant anything good coming from Jax.
“Met this chick at work, she let me fuck her in the bathroom.” He laughed, “I love this town! Trashy women, man . . . They’re the best and they’re littering the place, it’s fucking great! You should get yourself some ass too, let’s hit the bar.”
He rolled up a dollar bill then bent over the table and snorted a few lines up his nose. He leaned his head back and sniffed a few times to prevent any from falling out before he looked back at Silo. "Maybe you'll find yourself a chick with a huge rack, can't hurt to try." He said with a big, crooked grin. If Silo knew Jax he would know that Jax would pester him to go until he agreed to it, even if only out of annoyance.
He tipped back the bottle and took a few shots in one go. His features contorted as the vodka burned all the way down until he let out a breath and looked up at his company. “Well don’t be a fucking disappointment, you gonna drink with me or not?” He asked as he passed the bottle over.
‘ ah. i hope you weren’t waiting long. it’s just me here today … hard to find good help. ha. ’ he pulls a pad of paper and a pen from his back pocket, chuckling to himself before he exhales, ‘ what can i get you? ’
Jax looked up from his phone and nodded. He was irritated with how long it had taken since he was on break and now he knew he wouldn’t have enough time to eat by the time the food came out. “Yeah, well I fucking was.” He answered. “Just a grilled cheese, you can make that fast, right? I’m in a hurry and you already made me wait this long, so.”
“Fuck yeah, babe, let’s party!” He hollered, quite loud and over the top whenever a woman gave him any attention. Women loved the crazy in him, at least in his experience. He jumped up and tipped back his beer, pouring the majority over himself but not caring as he let out a loud, "Woohoo!” And then draped his arm around her, who looked rather shocked and even . . . Dare I say, disgusted. “What? You know how to have fun or not?” He asked as he grabbed her beer from the counter and held it up to her lips, tipping it back so she’d have to drink. “Don’t be a lame ass, doll, you know I like one to swallow.” She shoved him off in that moment, clearly pissed off now. Jax didn’t seem to care, already inebriated which only fueled the wild asshole that he already was.
“No, the answer is no. I haven’t lived here long…probably a good thing, right? You know where I come from it’s rare for anyone to just come up to you to talk. So, did you need something?”
"Good thing? I don't know, I haven't been here long either." He shrugged and crossed his arms, grinning stupidly at him. "Me? Nah. I'm just waiting in line, why? My chattiness offensive to you, man? I'm just being a pal is all, what? You got something to give?"
★ —— ( Jack O'Connell, 26, he/him). you can find Jax Mitchell sleeping with one eye open in their Camper’s City RV Park at night, and a Mechanic by the light of day. they’ve been in town for One month and their hobbies include Repossession, drugs, & violence. —— ☆ ( ooc: Taz, 20, she/her. )
Born in Montana on September 13th to a woman addicted to crack and a father with anger issues.
Raised with minimal parental involvement and two terrible role models, Jax was never the most behaved . . . In fact, he was about as far from behaved as a kid could get.
His first day in kindergarten, he punched a kid in the nose for snatching his crayon. When his teacher called his mom about the issue, he came home to a beating from his father. That only reinforced the idea that violence could fix things . . . It certainly seemed to be his father's preferred method of problem-solving.
Throughout elementary school he continued to get into fights and cause trouble, always coming home to another lashing out from his father when it did happen. He was suspended more often than not and expelled in third grade for a year.
When he was eleven he got in a fight (nothing new about that) only this time, he wound up doing the kid serious harm. It was a stupid spat that involved only the two kids egos and some rumors that were circulating around. Jax had caused the kid a brain hemorrhage after bashing his head on the concrete, along with breaking his nose, his jaw, and bruising internal organs.
The kid narrowly survived and luckily had no lasting brain damage but Jax was still going to a juvenile detention center for the extensive damage he had done. He was only there for six months since the kid wound up being okay, although he was initially court mandated to be there for a year. Good behavior, as unheard of as it was for him, helped him get out sooner on probation.
One would think that juvy might straighten the kid out but that was just hopeful thinking. He was diagnosed bipolar while he was there and upon getting out, stuck to his same old ways of violence.
His parents were at their wits end with him always getting into trouble no matter what they did to punish him for it, so they gave up and forfeited their parental rights to the state of Montana.
He was almost twelve when he first went into foster care, but none of the families he went to seemed anymore willing to put up with him than his parents were. That caused him to get bumped around from different families for a while, practically packing his bags for a new place every other month.
A few months after turning thirteen, Jax found a foster home that was perfect for him. He had a foster brother named Silo that was also in the system, and their foster dad, Dale Anderson, wasn’t one to breathe down either of their necks. Jax was able to do his own thing, get in his fights, party as he pleased, and never heard a word about it from his guardian.
Silo was two years younger than him but due to Jax being held back due to his expulsion and then juvy, they were both in the same grade.
Dale was a chemist who made pills and dealt them to whoever was willing to buy. Silo was in on the business and got to learn about the chemistry of it all but Jax was never book smart and couldn’t bring himself to be interested in the process.
When he was fifteen he joined an underground fight club and after his foster dad found out about it, and moreover found out how good he was with his fists, he decided to put his violent tendencies to good use. He and Silo weren’t built for fighting but rather for their smarts, but Jax was the opposite. So he got to get in on the business as their repossession man. If someone didn’t honor a deal that was made, Jax would take care of it.
The three of them stuck together like that for a while and Jax quit getting into fights at school finally. He had no need to when he was in an illegal fight club and the repo man to Dale, not unless someone picked on Silo. The few times Silo had been picked on, Jax came to his rescue and taught the bullies a hard lesson. After a few times, nobody would dare to fuck with either of them. Talk spread around school about how wild Jax was and how impossible it was to beat him in a fight.
By some miracle ( AKA cheating off of Silo ) Jax managed to graduate high school and get his degree.
The three men continued working together in their drug business as they had been, Jax continued as their repo man and in the fight club as one of their champions, something he remains very proud of.
Would buy drugs from Silo & Dale with his cut of the money. He had begun to make a habit of it but wouldn't ever admit it as a problem. It was just good fun, same as his fights.
Silo began dating a girl named Tamara who Jax couldn’t help but find attractive as well. She was domineering and it turned him on. Behind Silo’s back, the two had an affair which went on for much longer than it should have. Neither ever told Silo.
When he was twenty-two he had shown up at a man named Tucker Ingels home. Tucker had taken Dale’s money but never delivered what was needed to make the drugs, so Jax was going to deal with him. He had meant only to teach him a lesson, beat him up real good and rob his house to compensate for the lost product. The fight went from a lesson to a murder due to Tucker’s will to win, eventually coming at Jax with a bat. Jax had a gun and shot him in the head. His girlfriend had been hiding in the closet, little did he know at the time, and called the police.
Jax was sentenced to six years in prison as a result of the incident. Silo and Dale never forgot him when he was locked up and came to visit him regularly. For once, Jax wasn’t bruised up from fights. Like when he was in juvy, he was behaving himself. The only spats he got in were in self-defense, which after a few altercations, the other inmates backed off of him.
Due to his good behavior, he was released in four years rather than the six he was originally sentenced to. He met back up with Dale and Silo and they stayed in Montana a couple weeks.
Silo and Tamara had broken up a few weeks prior to Jax’s release, which Silo was clearly hurt over. Still, what Silo didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, so Jax had a few more flings with the girl before Dale hooked Silo up with some of his connections in Nevada, thinking it would be good for them to get a change of scenery, and that hopefully, Jax would learn to control himself and stay out of trouble.
With his job in prison, Jax had gained some useful skills with machinery and had taken a class the prison offered to become a licensed mechanic.
He’s still the same violent, repo man he was before because the man doesn’t ever learn his lesson. Even though he’s been locked up, fighting gives him a rush and he likes doing it.
Already buying drugs again. Makes the same mistakes and does the same shitty things as he did before. The only difference is that he's seen a bit more since murdering a guy and being locked up with other criminals. Adjusting back to regular life isn't a concern since he had been behaving himself, now that he's out he's ready to misbehave all over again.
