Yeah well, being a obnoxious know-it-all was also a nasty habit. Thank god that Jax didn't have that one too or she'd just be chalk full of vices. Though considering how often Jax had bitched about that particular trait in her sister, Sam could probably complain about her smoking until the end of time before the score was evened up. Jax had been waiting for the comment, had almost been surprised there wasn't. Aww how kind of her to not tell her how she was screwing up life this time.
There were two simple answers to those questions. 1. How the fuck should Jax know who or what Sam was up to or in to in her spare time. And excuse her for not really paying attention to the fact that Sam wasn't that far behind the dog. She'd been smoking important cigarettes. 2. Jax was trying to block that particular moniker that Sam had given her thanks. Jax ruffled the dogs fur, he was pretty cute. "Who is the... lucky daddy then? Bet he's excited you're porking out the kids faster than Britney Spears." Yep, a litter of kids for her sounded about right.
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm hungry let's go." Jax was really good at making the whole moment full of the warm and fuzzy feelings that ought to be there with siblings. Whoops. Her bad. Jax tucked the cigarette she'd had out, but hadn't lit, back into the pack. Her over the shoulder bag had a nice carton inside. Life was relatively good.
Except for the whole bitter and disgruntled thing she had goin' on.
At least Jax was getting food out of the deal. A fan-freaking-tastic burger hopefully. Ordered rare. She was a little bit weirded out by that craving but whatever, she'd go with it. "Yeah, happy birthday or whatever. I know you just can't get enough of my sunny disposition." Jax replied sarcastically. No, she didn't get why Sam kept trying so hard even when Jax pushed back as hard as she could. It didn't make sense to her, but then again her sister never had.