Week Six: Monday
Who: Jax and Sam Where: Outside school and the city When: Monday @ 6 What: Birthday drinks with the sibling
Whoopdee fucking do. It was her birthday. Blah blah blah. Jax had never been one for celebrating birthdays. Well she did like the fact that when she went back home it would be a hell of a lot easier to buy cigs. Not that she'd had much of a problem procuring those carcinogens before hand. But hey, legal was legal. That and she needed some serious scratch lottery ticktes. But past that. It was just another year, another day. She hadn't ever really done the whole big ass Chucky Cheese apeshit birthday party scene.
Not about to start now.
But drinks she had agreed to. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she had. Jax... didn't have a fucking clue how she felt about her sister. Too many damn confusing signals that part of her just didn't want to deal with. There had been comfort in having a nice set opinion of her that had been backed by years of evidence as far as she was concerned. But nooooo... Sam had to go and confuse shit. Didn't make Jax happy. She didn't particularly want to engage in any self analysis that seemed to the case when it came to her sister. She had been happy to leave that life behind now she kept wondering about it.
What. the. fuck.
And speaking of what the fuck... why in the hell had Sam got her so much shit for her birthday?! Holy fuck. Jax was pretty fucking certain that it was more than she'd ever gotten cumulative. Where in the hell was she supposed to put it all and more importantly what in the fuck was she supposed to say about it. Thanks weren't all that easy for Jax. But she probably owed her that at the very least.
Next to that was the fact that she was going out for drinks with Sam. And not any fucking cosmopolitans or sex on the beaches. They were doing shots. No if's and's or but's about it. At the very least she wanted to get her sister good and toasted. That seemed the best possible thanks that Jax could come up with. Girl probably needed it.
So at just around six, cigarette tucked behind her ear, Jax made her way outside the school. Fuck yeah they were taking a cab down there. Screw walking. Chucks, jeans and hoodie... what a fucking surprise. But she was wearing the Dropkick Murphy's belt buckle.