It wasn't that it was necessarily bad, but what the hell was up with the taste?
The liquid fizzed on his tongue but the aftertaste was like someone had boiled expired cough syrup and carbonated it just to spite humanity.
It was supposed to be fizzy like soda.
He had lived two lives, and done a lot of things but never… never… had he tasted something this vile.
Still, he tried to keep a straight face.
'God… if I die from this, bury me with a proper Coke. Or Sprite. Hell, even tap water is better than this swill.'
But then again, he had never taken one of their products in this life, so how was he supposed to know the "norm"?
Maybe this was their idea of fine dining.
Maybe in some bizarre corner of this world, people enjoyed torturing their tastebuds.
He lowered the can slowly, suspiciously.
"Alexia."
"Boss?"
"Here. Drink." He shoved the can toward her like it was a live grenade.
She blinked. "…Boss, are you serious?"
