TADC; The Friday Night Six.

The Jax in the Box

A young man with striking brown dreadlocks tipped in vibrant purple lay sprawled across his bed, his eyes glued to a screen filled with big-booty Latinas twerking. A discontented sigh escaped his lips as he propped himself up, the reality of his surroundings starkly contrasting with the entertainment before him.

"Guess it's time for some Chinese food," he muttered, pushing himself off the bed.

He stepped into the well-decorated hallway, clad in a cozy purple hoodie layered beneath a sleek black jacket, his black skinny jeans distinguished by ripped knees. His ensemble was completed with eye-catching black and purple Nikes, while a motorcycle helmet rested in his hand, hinting at his adventurous spirit.

With a quick motion, he closed his bedroom door and fished out a keychain adorned with six different keys, his fingers dancing over the one with a shiny purple gem before he secured his room with a satisfying click.

He strode purposefully down the hallway before flicking on the light switch, illuminating his expansive garage. There, seven gleaming cars awaited him, but his gaze was firmly fixed on his pride and joy: a sleek purple and black R-Series Pedigree motorcycle.

Leaping onto the motorcycle, he twisted the ignition, and the engine roared to life, echoing through the garage. As the door rolled open, he focused on the road ahead, his pulse quickening with excitement. With a swift flick of the throttle, he burst out onto the driveway just as the garage door closed behind him. He donned his helmet, feeling the rush of freedom wash over him, and sped off into the open road.

As Jax was on the road he started to sing "Bedrock" by Young Money.

'Man, this is life! I'm 22 years old, rich, sexy, and living a peaceful life.' He thought to himself as he started to speed up. Just then, his phone began to ring, he tapped the side of his helmet twice, picking up the call.

"Hello?" The young man answered. "Jax! Why did my phone say you're going
120 km/h?" A feminine worried voice called out to him. "Pomni? How worried you sound, I almost thought you were Ragatha." The young man said. "Anyway, don't worry about it, I've been driving motorcycles since I was a kid." He said confidently as he was swerving through cars.

"Jax, this isn't something to take so lightly; you're driving a vehicle that won't protect any part of your body, and the speed you're going, it's-" She was saying before Jax interrupted her.

"Aw, so you do care," Jax said, teasing Pomni, as he came to a stop at a red light, Pomni let out an exhausted groan.

"Of course, I care about you because we live together!" Pomni exclaimed on the other end, making Jax chuckle, just then, the red light turned green, allowing him to go.

"Really? We live together? I didn't know that." He said, chuckling shortly as he pulled up to the Chinese restaurant.

"I hate you so much, but just be careful, okay?" She asked in a sincere tone. Jax got off the motorcycle and kicked the kickstand as he turned it off.

"For someone who hates me, you care deeply about me, heh alright short stack, I'll be careful." He said playfully in a calm tone.

"Jax, what did I say about-" Pomni was about to snap before Jax interrupted her.

"Bite me! See you in a few." He said just before he hung up on her. He walked inside and chuckled, knowing she was going to bite his head off after that. He walked inside the restaurant with his helmet still on.

"Hēi, liáng nǚshì, wǒ shì chángkè." Jax greeted with a warm smile, his voice flowing smoothly in fluent Chinese as he rummaged through his pocket to retrieve his wallet. The midday sun cast a golden hue over the bustling street, and the aroma of street food wafted in the air.

"Níngméng hújiāo zhá jī pèi chǎofàn, shǔ tiáo hé liǎng tiáo zhà sānwènyú." The cashier replied with a friendly tone, her hands skillfully arranging Jax's order into a neatly packaged bag. The sounds of sizzling woks and chatter filled the little eatery as Jax paid her, their fingers brushing briefly as he accepted the warm bag.

"Xièxiè," Jax expressed his gratitude, stepping out of the doorway into the vibrant atmosphere outside. The cashier responded, "Xièxiè nǐ, zàilái yīcì," with a cheerful grin, her voice following him as he hopped back onto his motorcycle. He revved the engine, the rumble resonating like a heartbeat, and hit the road, the tantalizing scents of the food mingling with the fresh breeze.

After a leisurely ride, Jax pulled into the garage and dismounted, the door closing behind him with a soft thud. As he entered the kitchen, the pleasant sight of Pomni caught his eye. She stood there, arms crossed, a hint of frustration etched on her face, the afternoon sunlight casting a warm glow over her features.

"Hey Pomni, you made it back from your training session!" he teased playfully, trying to lift the tension.

Her expression turned more serious. "So you wanna run by me one more time? I wanna know what you called me before you hung up, knowing those are my two biggest triggers," she replied, her voice calm but filled with a simmering intensity.

"Now let me explain," Jax began, a hint of mischief in his tone. Just then, Pomni cracked her knuckles, the sound echoing ominously in the quiet kitchen, sending a wave of unease through him.

"I'm all ears," she said, her gaze unwavering, almost piercing.

"Well, I know how much it affected you to be made fun of and how you dislike being abruptly cut off during a call; that’s why I had fried salmon made just for you," he explained, his voice steady, maintaining a reassuring demeanor. Pomni remained silent, her intense gaze never leaving him, though the savory scent of the fried salmon began to waft through the air, subtly softening her mood.

"Fine, I'll eat it," she conceded, a reluctant smile beginning to form as the mouthwatering aroma enveloped her senses. Sensing her shift in attitude, Jax visibly relaxed. Soon enough, they were seated together, sharing the same tray, their initial tension dissipating like mist in the sunlight.

"Oh yeah, where are the others?" Jax asked, glancing around the warmly lit kitchen, noticing the absence of their friends.

"The others? Well, Zooble went back to the tattoo shop to see more clients, Kinger took a trip to the aquarium with Ragatha, and Gangle ventured off to an anime store," Pomni explained, her voice lighter now, as they enjoyed their meal together.

'Luckily, I always get salmon, she never noticed it because I normally take food into my room, especially since she put me onto salmon, but after two years of dealing with my pranks and taunts, she decided to go to the gym... However...' He was thinking to himself, just then, he grew a mischievous smile on his face.

But suddenly, Pomni playfully jabbed a delicate piece of glistening salmon into Jax's face, momentarily catching him off guard.

"You haven't had a taste, Jax; I really want you to try it," Pomni urged, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"N-no, really, that won't be necessary—" Jax stammered, until Pomni leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against him as she gently pressed her hand onto his lap.

"Come on, Jax, you paid for this meal. You owe it to yourself to have at least one bite," she insisted, her voice a blend of coaxing and excitement.

With a resigned sigh, Jax relented. "I... I guess so." He took a generous bite of the salmon from the fork she offered, the rich flavors exploding in his mouth.

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" Pomni teased, a playful smile lighting up her face as she chewed on the remaining salmon.

"So hot..." Jax mumbled, his gaze locking onto Pomni's, leaving her momentarily puzzled.

"Hot? It's warm at best," she replied with a teasing smirk, savoring the last bite of the delectable fish.

'Right... The salmon,' Jax thought to himself, feeling the heat of the moment linger in the air.

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