Having left the store, you turn to Cobbert, smirking.
You ready?
<Yeah. Yeah I am.
He hands you the Sproke can and you crack it open, then pour the Creamlent inside. It immediately starts bubbling and overflowing, spilling onto the ground in a mottled mess. The pink of the Creamlent has mixed with the dark brown of the Sproke, producing a light brown liquid of slightly viscous consistency.
You extend the desecrated bottle in front of Cobbert.
Wanna be the first person in the world to try Croke?
<I don’t have a choice, do I?
Cobbert takes the can and hesitantly drinks. He immediately gags, but still manages to gulp it down. His face scrunches into an agonized expression.
How is it?
You grin.
Cobbert coughs.
<It’s not good.
C’mon, it can’t be that bad, you big baby. Hand it over.
He passes you the Croke, and you take a swig.
It really is that bad.
The Creamlent has curdled, forming a lumpy texture that makes you retch. The taste is equally awful. Coke and milk do not mix at all. And the Sprite just makes it taste like piss.
You spray it out on the pavement, but frustratingly the taste won’t leave your mouth no matter how much you spit.
God, no, it’s bad. It’s bad.
You got any water, Cobbert?
<Nope.
<Would if we got the Ossessione though.
Shut. Up.
