Playing with fire -Jax Teller-

Chapter 3- Asshole!

The party was in full swing just like any other Friday night. The clubhouse was packed to capacity with members, hang around and plenty of scantily clad women. The booze was flowing like a fountain and the smoke was enough to make your eyes water. The smell of whatever Bobby was outside grilling wafted through the air every time the door opened. It was home.

Charlotte sat at the bar sipping her second solo cup full of tequila that Tig had snuck her. Jax had tried to approach her several times but she easily found reasons to slip away or she just ignored him and talked to anyone else around her. She wasn't as mad as she was hurt. They had screamed at each other more times than she could count in her life but he had never said something so mean to her. 

She turned on her stool scanning the crowded room, that was one of her favorite things to do at a party. Just watching everyone.

"You look hot!" Gemma said as she approached her only getting a slight shrug and no eye contact. "What crawled up your ass?"

"What do you mean?" She replied putting on her best fake smile.

Gemma arched a perfectly plucked brow. "Don't you bullshit me." She crossed her arms.

"Your son." She stated simply fiddling with the edge of her cup.

"What did he do?" She pursed her lips sitting down in the stool next to her.

"Doesn't matter."

"It does when your dressed to kill and your sitting here half drunk and sulking."

Charlotte let out a dry chuckle. "He said I look like a goddamn croweater! Can you believe that shit? I mean, I might be a lot of things, Gem, but I'm not some cheap whore and he fucking knows that! And he of all people knows how much words like that hurt me after my mother—" stop- reset. "And he's one to talk since he's the one practically waring his dick down to a nub around here fucking anything with two fucking sets of lips." She took a long sip of her tequila looking at Gemma who had been waiting for her to finish her half drunk rant.

"You want to know what I think?"

"Not if it involves your 'The sun shines out of Jackson Teller's ass' speech."

"Hey, I'll be the first to admit my son is an asshole but—

"—but?" She crossed her arms.

"But he knows he fucked up otherwise he wouldn't be sitting over there sulking."

Charlotte followed Gemma's line of vision and locked eyes with Jax who didn't look like fun company to the blonde skank hanging on him. She frowned at him before turning back to Gemma.

"He should be sulking. He's a dick head!" She took a long pull of her tequila trying not to wince and tip Gemma off to what was in the cup.

Gemma snickered. "Make him grovel baby. I'm going home. I expect you home at a reasonable hour. We have a busy day tomorrow."

Gemma stood pecking her on the cheek just as Jax walked up to the bar whispering something to Juice. "Love you baby."

"Love you too, Gem."

She turned away as Gemma said her goodbyes to Jax praying that he would walk away from the bar.

She knew she wouldn't be so lucky though as a shot of tequila slid into her line of vision. She looked up to see Jax giving her a sad smile.

"Peace offering?"

"What you think you can bribe me with tequila?" She rolled her eyes.

"At least you're talking to me." He shrugged his smile growing a little.