Jazz spent about an hour and a half slamming around her apartment before she'd realized her decision to throw out the coffee might have been a bit too impulsive as she didn't actually have any coffee grounds in her apartment which meant, now, for the second time today she was waiting impatiently in the back of the Mocha queue. Bitterly, she implored whatever might be listening that after all the unfairness this morning that the very least he-she could do was make sure Joy wasn't working the counter.