"By the door, so you can make a quick get away, if you need to." Dex answered. Lifting his head, he called out. "Bring me a beer, will ya?" He didn't generally expect Jax to wait on him, but he was kind of distracted, just then.
He set the hockey stick on the work table, as much his work space as Jax and John's. They may have a tendency to harass each other, but they also respected each other's work.