Tara sat in the world's most uncomfortable chair, elbows on her thighs, head in her hands. Long streaks of sweat-soaked hair fell sloppily around her shoulders and arms. "God damnit." She hissed again, doing everything she could to ignore the cocky idiot sitting to her right. Jax was still donning silver handcuffs around his wrists. Tara hadn't realized how bad they reeked of weed and whiskey until this moment. She hated Jax for talking her out of a night in with her current read and in to a night out on his new Harley. And above all us, she had to vomit.
"Hey, chill out. My mom's gonna bail us out. Unser's not gonna let us spend more than a few hours behind those bars." Jax sat in his chair like this was a normal occurrence for him, as it definitely wasn't his first go around in the police department for drinking or for drugs. Unser and his crew knew all of Jax's excuses, which he refused to stop using. Jax would go through the list until he had to start over. He was about halfway through his third go around. "I've been brought in a lot. Not always under arrest but you know, warnings, shit like that." He leans over to Tara and bends closer to an exposed ear. "They just gotta make sure it looks like they're on top of their shit."
She swats a hand in the air at him. "You smell awful." It's more an attack than anything else, despite its truth. Tara wants Jax to know she's displeased with him for getting her arrested. Tara Knowles has been placed under arrest. "There's no way my dad's going to be able to pay your mom back you know." Her voice softened a bit. Ultimately this wasn't Jax's fault. She had decided to go with him despite the risk; with Jax Teller there was always a risk. That was probably why she liked him though. It was a dash of a life she never lived unless around him.
The air was thick for a few minutes as they sat in silence. Tara didn't know what to say, and Jax had no intention of opening his mouth more than necessary. He knew better than that. Everything would be held against him, not Tara. Charming PD knew she was one of the good ones in this town. This whole thing would be his fault, and he was prepared for that. He snorts at the thought of his mother's reaction. Gemma didn't like her boys making good girls look bad. Jax can feel Tara look to him as he laughs at himself and takes the opportunity to lock eyes with her. "This was one hell of a first date." He smiles, and she's pulled right back into everything she likes about him. His confidence, his street smarts, his toughness.
"Knowles, Tara." An officer calls. There's a camera facing a wall with black lines and numbers every inch. Somehow she stands up and doesn't get sick everywhere. She can see Jax grinning in amusement out of the corner of her eye. She walks over to the camera in anything but a straight line, and once she's situated she takes hold of the notorious placard that sports her name and case number. She swallows a few times to hold back her encroaching sick and finds the camera lens before hearing the officer call out from behind it, "Say cheese."