Author's Notes: I was going to wait until tomorrow (well, since I've stayed up so late, that would technically be "later today") to post this because I was too lazy to write author's notes, but I'm in a really good mood at the moment because I mentioned to Fated how much I loved Fuji crossdressing and she drew me a picture of it! -SQUEAL- -HAPPY DANCE-
"Echizen, don't tell me you dragged me all the way here just for the Ponta!"
"Quiet, Momo-senpai. Let me savor this moment."
"If I knew you wanted Ponta so badly, I would have bought you some at the vending machine! I would have!"
"It's different."
Momo had to admit, it was different. Watching the tall Jyousei player pour cherry and peach Ponta into a metal container, shake it vigorously (weren't you not supposed to shake soft drinks?), pour it into a cup and hand it to a patron before the foam reached the top was interesting, certainly, but was Ryoma really so obsessed with Ponta that he'd come all the way here just to see it?
He got his answer as Ryoma stepped up to the counter and looked over the cans of Ponta like a miner who'd just struck gold. The player behind the counter ('My Name is: Shinjou' from the nametag) straightened further, if that was possible, and cleared his throat.
"Three parts grape, one part peach, with a single ice cube, stirred not shaken," Ryoma said. Momo simply gawked. Shinjou nodded and began to prepare the drink, Ryoma making commentary. "Oh, from the limited edition pull-tab offer? That's after they changed the coating of the can and switched to red # 40, but before they went from yellow # 5 to # 6 and added the extra gram of sugar…one of my favorite vintages." Momo gawked more.
Shinjou handed Ryoma the drink, Ryoma holding it up to the light to observe the color, then sniffing it and taking a small sip. He swished it around in his mouth a few seconds before swallowing. Momo gawked.
"Not bad," Ryoma said, smirking. "Do I get a discount because I beat you?"
"No."
"Che. You order something, Momo-senpai."
Momo nodded wordlessly, stepping up to the counter. "Um…peach?"
Notes: I actually did research on dye numbers, (because I'm just that sad) so yes, those are real numbers, and yes, there's a reason they would have switched from yellow 5 to yellow 6. I guess that Ryoma preferred the sharper tang of yellow 5, though, poor dear.
…Yes, I realize yellow 5 is probably tasteless. It's called artistic license, dammit.