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“We know.” You respond without thinking.
“R-R-R-Right, have a safe trip home…” The employee looks dejected as she walks away towards some other patrons. She wasn’t expecting a dry answer from you. Her sad expression will be carved inside your mind for the rest of your life.
“Ready to go?” Wilvy is standing by your machine.
“Yeah.” You stand up with your bag around your arm. “Let’s go.”
The sky is dark outside the pitfall arcade, the incandescent lights of the city annoy you, it’s like they’re punishing you for looking up. You shake your head as you walk through the streets with Wilvy by your side. You’re going to take the subway home. The northern district is far from your home.
“Hey, here.” Wilvy hands you a Sorangeda. It’s a sugary soda drink with the worst name on the face of the planet, his family owns a liquor store, so he always carries plenty. It’s his way to repay you since his father doesn’t lend him any cash. Unlike yours, who thinks that’s enough to shut you up. To be fair, it does shut you up for the most part.
“Thanks.” You stare at the bottle. “You don’t have any other flavor?”
“You don’t need them.” Wilvy shakes his head.
“What do you mean?” You don’t know where this is coming from.
“Sorangedas cheer you up. After I kicked your butt, you need them.” Wilvy proclaims with confidence.
“What are you talking about? Why would they cheer me up?” Nope, you are still confused.
“That’s the slogan.” Wilvy points at your bottle.
“They don’t have a slogan.” You check the drink thoroughly.
“...You sure?” Wilvy doesn’t know what to say.
“Yep.” You find no evidence.
“Really mega sure?” Wilvy is looking at the bottle himself. “That blows! Jamie lied to me again!”
Distracted by the conversation, you end up running into a random passerby, dropping your bottle on the ground, and upon contact, it explodes and flies off through the night sky. You and Wilvy are mesmerized by the scene.
“Look where you are walking, idiot.” The random guy gets annoyed at you.
<span class="mu-s">How do you respond?</span>
>“You owe me a drink, dumbass.” Panic response.
>“Sorry.” Barely react again.
>Just keep walking and ignore this person.
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