"Nope!" Jack called without looking, shaking his head before deftly picking up three shakes, the one Juno had ordered, and two of the strawberry chocolate ones. "We're all getting high on shakes today. I don't give a fuck," he announced as he set them down carefully, then moved to reach into his apron for some straws only to remember he'd taken it off.
He held up one finger, then turned toward the counter again, swinging around it to drop two straws by the shakes he'd left on the counter for Cecilia and Oliver. He then shoved a few fresh strawberries into a tiny bowl, grabbed a fresh can of whipped cream, and returned with his own shake. Flopping down into the booth he unloaded his burden along with the straws, uncapping the whipped cream and tilting his head back to pour a copious amount into his mouth. It was strange how all of that could somehow be done with an angry energy, but he managed, even though the sound of the whipped cream canister going off was surprisingly satisfying.