Just a random Jak and Dax fic, takes place sometime after Jak 3. I recently played Daxter for the PsP again, and decided I wanted to do a fic with Tayrn. It's nothing special, but I figured I might as well post it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Jak, and Daxter.


Ahhh... The Naughty Ottsel, the finest bar in Haven City. Come in, have a seat. Kick back, relax, and enjoy the strongest drinks the city has to offer. Not to mention the greatest tales of all time.

"So there I was. Surrounded by thirteen. No fourteen, Metal-head worms..." The furry creature, who commonly refers to himself as Orange Lightning continued weaving his epic tale.

While a blond renegade, and Ex-KG commander soothed their aching minds with liquid heaven.

"Where does he come up with this stuff?" Torn rasped.

"Hell, if I know, but it keeps him happy." Jak answered groggily.

Daxter's furry, lover sat next to him on the bar counter, swinging her paws carelessly, while listening intently to his story.

"...and so I was trapped, with no way out I thought, What would Jak do? After figuring that out I asked myself now what would I do that would actually work?..."

Keira finished serving, a short, white-haired man his drink, just in time to watch her temperamental boyfriend punch Daxter. Knocking him clear off the counter.

The green-eyed mechanic giggled, after the ottsel recovered.

"SOMEBODY has a little to much dark eco, and not enough light eco in their system!" Dax sent a death glare Jak's way.

Torn smirked,
Jak barely kept himself from bursting,
while the rest of the group rolled in laughter.

Nobody noticed Keira slip the eco-warrior, a sealed bottle, filled with a glowing blue substance.

"Now, back to my story. So it was me, and the creepy. There was no where to run, no where to hide..."

Keira, Torn, and Jak vaguely registered the tavern's doors opening, as they listened to Daxter drone on.

Then Jak was the first to notice the silence, "Holy shit, Dax stopped talking."

The group turned to see what could possibly silence the precursor look-alike.

Torn's spirits rose when he noticed Ashelin heading their way. Along with an equally bodacious blue-haired friend. Every one, except Dax waved.

"Hey guys, this is-"

"Taryn?" The orange, critter interrupted the curvy, red-head.

"Fuzzball?" The blue-haired beauty inspected the ottsel.

"You two.. know each other?" Ashelin inquired reluctantly.

"Of course, she was my bug-hunting babe back in the day." Dax responded with a grin, before remembering the blond-haired furry, female laying next to him.

"I'm sorry, I asked," The red-head sighed.