@jacobthorne
Jax had been out of sorts since Ryder had resurrected him. Every night was filled with strange and horrific nightmares-- he was sure he had bags under his eyes that were so dark he looked like the lead singer in some emo band. Everything felt wrong, somehow, and his own thoughts echoed around in his mind. Shadows crept out of every corner he turned. He figured it was from the attack, from being revived. Maybe it would go away eventually. He just needed something normal.
That’s what led him to Jake’s front door, two baseball bats with him and a six pack of beer. When Jake opened the door, Jax nodded once.
“Hey man. I don’t know about you, but I need to smash some stuff,” He said, holding up the six pack with one hand and waving his baseball bat with the other. “Junkyard Bros? Like in Summerdale?”
