Milkshakes. Fucking milkshakes for everyone. Jack didn't care if people had ordered them or not, everyone was getting one because fuck if he didn't need something to do with his hands. Thankfully he didn't have to go back into the kitchen to begin making them, instead sliding behind the counter to gruffly handle the blender. Fuck Simms. Fuck this place. Fuck Them. Fuck the prices. Fuck secret meetings in his own damn diner.
By the time he realized he was finished with Juno's shake and started on the second, a chocolate one, he realized he hadn't emptied out the contents of the first. Frowning at the blender for a moment, tapping his finger angrily against the counter, he suddenly whirled around for another glass, pouring some of the contents in and taking a sip. Chocolate strawberry shake. That pulled his anger back a bit, and he decided everyone would get one. Even Juno. Because one shake was good, but two was fucking better.