Quencher.

I couldn't resist. I'd talked myself out of it all day. I just really wanted one and they put me down in Lumber. Lumber where the refrigerator sits right next to the register tempting customers into buying their drink.

I grabbed the drink and stopped. Did I really want to do this? Was I really that thirsty? Yes, I decided. I twisted the cap and the lid made a soft pop.

Oh no! I did it!

My mind had decided only milliseconds after that I really didn't need it. But my fingers had been faster and reacted only to the first decision. It was too late now. Might as well enjoy it. One dollar down the drain wouldn't kill me...

I pressed the bottle to my lips and let the red Fruit-Punch spill into my mouth. The cool liquid felt soothing against my gums, relieving me of my violent coughs -but only for a moment. The taste didn't hit me until later...

My first reaction was surprising. Like taking a swig of water and realizing its actually milk. I had been expecting the sweet sugary taste of punch. That kick in the mouth that made kids bounce off walls, instead my mouth was filled with the strange repulsive taste of... What was that? I quickly scanned the ingredients and found what it was. Salt? Yuck! I hate Gatorade.