“I’m at a loss, darlin’.” Jax confessed as he ran a hand through his hair. “What’s a guy gotta do to get you to go out for drinks with him?”
“I am out for drinks with you, Teller.” You countered, holding up your beer glass as the SAMCRO party around you continued to rage on. Jax exaggeratedly rolled his eyes.
“I mean somewhere besides the clubhouse.”
Grinning widely to yourself you slid off the barstool and picked up your glass. Patting Jax lightly on the back you walked past him and disappeared into the crowded clubhouse.