"You heard the lady," Deacon said to Joy with a little smile of his own. "And I'll have.... eh just a large black coffee."
Joy smiled at Deacon but gave Sterrin a look and went to get their coffees.
"Don't mind her," Deacon said, leaning on the counter and looking at Sterrin again. "Her name's Joy but she ain't much of one. And she's always jealous of the pretty ladies."