This chapter takes place after completing Nastys personal quests. Somehow my Jax and Nasty became best friends in the game and I seriously have no idea how that happend but here we are. If Nasty seems to be a bit out of character in this chapter than it's because I think her character in the game is quite boring and two-dimensional.
Behold language though; Nasty has dialogue.


"Yo, asshole."

Jax closed his eyes and sighed. Why. Why was it impossible to sneak through the camp after an exhausting day without running into someone and why did it have to be Nasty.

"What." He turned around, facing her. Something seemed off. Nasty was smiling. Okay, it was more a cracked smirk and there was something dangerous in her eyes, like a predator watching its prey.

"I get it," she said and bit her lower lip, while her gaze wandered over Jax' face, his neck, his body. "Your up-tight behavior, Clerics, revenge and blabla. But Jax do you never loosen up? Unwind, maybe just for a night?"

Jax frowned. What.

He sighed again. "I have no idea what you want Nasty. And honestly I'm too tired to figure it out myself." Nasty rolled her eyes and stood with her hands on her hips. Bugged out she groaned.

"You're so dense when it comes to affection, boy. But look I'll make it easy for you. I like what I'm seeing. I'm seriously keen on your ass. And besides that you've been... I don't know, you're like the only person who seem to give a crap about me." She shrugged. "So are we going to fuck or what?"

Jax blinked slowly. WHAT. When did he made the impression that he wanted to fuck her? That thought never occurred him.

"Woah," he said and lifted his hands, "I think you got me wrong, Nasty."

She tilted her head, narrowed her eyes. Her voice became a deadly whisper. "You're saying you don't want me? I'm humble enough to ride your virgin Alb dick and you don't want me to?"

For a moment Jax thought she would burst into an outrage but he didn't care, just held her gaze and nodded slowly. Nasty didn't burst into anger though – she burst into laughter.

"Okay that's something new. Your not into me. Wow. I mean even Arx is creeping. I'm sure he wants a bite from that ass," she laughed and patted her butt.

"Yeah I'm sure he wants a bite..." Jax mumbled under his breath, when Nasty flung an arm around his shoulder. She made him turn around and pointed at the campfire, where Caja and Ray could be seen.

"But don't tell me it's because of her," she said, pointing at Caja. She really sounded pissed.

"Caja?" Jax said sceptical. "She's a better Elex tracking hound and not much else."

Nasty cackled. "Yeah that she is. Boring Berserker bitch. So it's not Caja... and it's not me." She went silent for a moment, then grinning wide and dirty. "Ohh. Ohhh. May it be, my albish asshole friend, that you're not into my fine body... because you're not looking for a woman?"

WHAT?!

"Nasty, what-"

"Is it Ray? You two are close buddies. And he has this stupid Outlaw charm."

"For Calaan's sake, Nast-"

"Naaa it's not Ray. You're buddies. That's it." Her gaze wandered further, still an arm around Jax' shoulder who was about to twist out of this hug.

"But don't tell me it's Duras. I mean he's kinda hot. Got that pumped up body. But he's so dull and boring, come on Jax, you can do better. Berserkers are shit anyway."

"Nasty I have no id-"

"Woah, Jax, woah. It's not Arx, is it?"

Jax blinked. "What? Arx?! Why would I... why would anyone to begin with..." he started angry but Nasty just laughed it off. Jax grumbled. "Okay, I got it. That was a joke." She was still laughing. Jax on the other hand finally managed to get away from her. "Really fun talk, Nasty. Really," he said sarcastically. "But I need my bed. I'm not in the mood for your... your... whatever this is. I can only grab a few hours of sleep before Falk and me-"

Nasty stopped laughing. "Falk?" she interrupted him and her gaze wandered to the Android who was leaning at a rail, watching the stars.

"What," Jax wanted to know and could already feel embarrassment winding up inside of him. Fuck those emotions. He still couldn't handle yet control them. Nasty watched him. A devilish smirk formed on her lips.

"He's just a machine," Jax defended himself, even though Nasty didn't say a thing. "And I clearly don't have a thing for him. In fact I don't have a thing for anyone. I'm a pretty busy man and don't intend to go deeper on this emotion shit just because my body ran out of Elex."

"Go for it, Jax," she suddenly said and put a hand on his shoulder, holding his gaze.

"Excuse me?"

"Go for it. For him. Trust me on this one. Life's fucked up and short. Just do it. The worst that could happen is that he just doesn't understand what you want. Once in a while... you need to unwind. We'll all die anyway, one sooner one later. You soon; for sure. You're on a suicide mission, basically. So what are you afraid of?"

"Nasty, I don't-"

"Shut your damn mouth and trust me on this one, will ya?"

And Jax shut his mouth. He took her hand from his shoulder, turned away and took the path directly to his room.

Yet he couldn't keep her words from echoing in his head.

Life's fucked up and short. Just do it.