"No, no," Lennon said, closing his fingers around the bottle Marco was handing him. "The beef jerky one needs to burn in hell. Or just get poured out somewhere. Whichever."
Emboldened by how Felix in particular had reacted to this one, Lennon took a deep swig of the Prickley Pear. "This is fantastic," he said. "Definitely a case of best for last." Had he been alone and had he gotten this soda himself, he would have drained the rest of it, but he contented himself with another small swig before placing it back with the others. He had Mello Yellos as a consolation prize but he wasn't going to drink another one right now. He'd tuck them away in his room, saved for a morning caffeine rush.