The bubbles explode on my tongue. The carmely, cant-really-put-a-finger-on-it taste surges through my mouth, pulsating on my lusting tongue. The sweetness balences out the slight stinging sensation of the exploding air pockets. I savored it. I moved it around in my mouth, making sur every square millieter was covered and coated in the liquid. I swallowed, wallowing in the aftertaste. A party in my mouth, if you will. I took another swig from the classic green glass bottle. The perfection of the taste was outstnading. The carbonation gracing my tongue with an amazing tingling like no other can imitate or replicate. I lapped it up. I looked up. Everyone seemed to be staring at me hugging and caressing the perfectly shapped bottle. Hey, if they wouldve ordered a coke too they’d be doing the exact same thing… and we’d look like a table for alcholics anonymous.