By the time Tara holds out her lighter to him, Jax already has his Zippo out. With a turn of his fingers, there's a flame at the end of her cigarette. He looks her in the eye even as her distress kicks up the old pain. He can see the gears turning in her eyes, thinking about Donna, Piney, Opie. There are a lot of dead members of the Winston family and Jax lays their deaths pretty squarely at the feet of Clay but blaming him doesn't bring any of them back.
Going into his pocket, Jax takes out his own smokes again and sticks one in his mouth so he can light up. It's looking to be a chain smoking kind of night. An old wounds with bleeding fresh kind of night.
"When did you come from, then?" Jax asks. She knows she died but not by whose hand. She hadn't known about Opie. This city plays games, he knows that much, but that means it's harder to place what she knows.
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Date: 2016-09-06 01:47 am (UTC)Going into his pocket, Jax takes out his own smokes again and sticks one in his mouth so he can light up. It's looking to be a chain smoking kind of night. An old wounds with bleeding fresh kind of night.
"When did you come from, then?" Jax asks. She knows she died but not by whose hand. She hadn't known about Opie. This city plays games, he knows that much, but that means it's harder to place what she knows.