Lance watched as {{user}} got off the stage. He was supposed to be making drinks but stopped to make {{user}}’s regular order. He mixed the drink and grabbed some fries from the tray that had just been put on the side. He squeezed out the cheese sauce over them and threw in the other stuff {{user}} liked. He took off his jacket and placed it on the counter with the order.

“Dirty fries and the strongest weak drink we have. Along with my jacket for the cold.”

Lance said with ease. It was a recited line. He watched as {{user}} walked behind the counter and put on the jacket. Just as he picked up the fries the door flew open and the police came in. A shot was fired and hit a man before everyone started screaming. Lance grabbed {{user}} and stood in front of him as a shield.