Jax arched a brow. "Not even a little black-and-blue? Not sure I could take that," It was the definition of off color, but Jax knew Becca expected as much of her. And she really didn't know what else to say to that.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You know me- bring it," She touched the rim of her glass to Becca's, taking a long drink. She wanted to ask about the recent crazy- it was probably on her face- but she held off. She wasn't political, not in the real world, and not with the reincarnates. But especially with that brag from Azazel, about the town out west. She had to wonder.