"Oh, now that is just disgusting," Denise announces, scrunching her nose in a way that he will never tell her but he finds adorable – she looks like an angry chipmunk.

"What," He asks, taking another sip of his soda.

"It's bad enough that you're drinking Mountain Dew, but Diet Mountain Dew – what's the freaking point?"

"…I like the taste?"

"Battery acid and piss? Can't taste good," She snatches the bottle from his hand and takes a swig – then instantly spits it back into bottle and hands it back to him. "Glad to know I was right."

Well, it's not like I haven't kissed her before – he justifies as he takes another swig, enjoying the burn of the carbonation down his throat.

"Ugh, god – why can't you act like an adult and drink coffee or at least regular soda."

"Coffee makes me tired and regular soda is – too syrupy," He mutters turning his attention back to the textbook in front of him, sipping from the bottle steadily as his eyes follow the text.

The sweet stickiness of regular soda reminds him too much of watered down cocktails at filthy bars. The sting and sour taste of diet soda is much more palatable.

"Y'know that saccharine will give you cancer," Denise mutters, crossing her arms over his chest.

"Only in inconsumable doses," He mutters.

"…Mountain Dew will kill your sperm."

He rolls his eyes at that, staring pointedly at her slightly expanded midriff –

"I think we both know that's not true."

She scowls at that, reaching out and taking the soda and drinking the rest in one efficient chug, and then tosses the bottle at his head.

"I thought it tasted like battery acid and piss," He grumbles, picking up the bottle and setting it on the coffee table.

"Your stupid kid likes it apparently."

He shrugs and stands, going to fetch a fresh one from the refrigerator –

Goddammit, she drank the last one!"