"Isn't this party just wonderful?" Coca beside lady Fanta.

"It's fabulous." She said obviously bored...

"Even tho it may be our last day." He looked forward dreamily.. She smiled a little at that.

"Even tho." She agreed and he quickly pulled himself together...

"Perhaps you'ld like to dance to shake things up a bit?"

"Perhaps." She hooked an arm through his and walked with him to the dance floor - the center of the table. While they danced he added;

"I forgot to mention how beautiful you look Lady Fanta."

"You look dashing yourself Mr....?" She looked at him questioning...

" Mr Coca Cola.. Simply Coke."

"Well then Mr Coke."

"Why thank you."

"Of course."

"Would you say this music is a bit boring?" Coke added with a bored face.

Lady Fanta let out a beautiful, little well-trained laughter.

"Why of course. But, this was the same music The Empress Blackcurrant listened to in her last days."

"Stop me if my analysis are wrong. So it's a music to keep us reminded that we are about to die?" Again, she threw her head back laughing...

"Why, that's most definitely correct."

"Then it's not something I want to listen to." She chuckled.

"Want to step outside Mr Cola and tell me all about yourself and the Cola company?"

"Why, yes."

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Pepsi walked up beside Lady Mirinda and said;

"A young Lady shouldn't sit by herself."

"Not when she's mourning the little time she's had to live.".

"One shouldn't mourn such things as we know they are inevitable."

"It's still sad to know that our lives only end up on the table."

"Some end on the carpet." He joked looking down at the neat red carpet and remembering his late mother. His joke didn't make her laugh. He looked at her again and stretched out one slender hand. "Mr Pepsi." She took it with an equally slender and more beautiful hand. Hers orange, his black both glowing beside the faint candle light.

"Lady Mirinda of England."

"Perhaps you'ld like to dance."

This music is dry and a total bore she thought

"Well, why waste the music?" She politely accepted... They made their way to the dance floor.

"You look rather stunning Lady Mirinda." He said as he watched his brother and her sister make their way down the table through the crowd like two giddy teenagers.

"Thank you." He remembered their previous conversation

"There are times when I remember my mother." His voice barely a whisper and his stare distant... "Her death wasn't a nice one." Mirinda looked up at him

"How did she die?"

"It was at a dinner party."

"Like every other plastic." She looked down again.

"They didn't drink her blood after popping her head." Her head sprang up but he still wasn't looking at her.

"Then what?"

"I think these monsters had a little disagreement." He remembered the one himself and Coke had before coming here. "Her head was already popped. They pushed her down the table, her blood kept on pooling out. I was young then. Father was long gone. I watched her. They used her to stone another monster, her her blood spilled everywhere till she was just an empty bottle. Still, they used her body to stone each other. I promised to revenge." He put his hand in the pocket of his label, drew out his parents labels and stared at them. "But it seems I could never fufil that promise. Sorry mother. Sorry father." Lady Mirinda stared at him and stretched up till she stood on the tip of her toes and whispered in his ears.

"I think not." He looked at her and pushed her away slightly.

"What do you mean, Lady....?"

"We could swallow a bit of that medicine Dr. Ribena produces."

"The little black pills?"

"Yes and then we would dance till it's all mixed into our systems." All at once she looked and sounded a month old and happy...

"Pardon me if I don't see where this is going." She stretched up again

"I hear it's poisonous to these monsters." Now he drew back...

" Lady Mirinda you've lost it."

"I have not. Common Pepsi it's logical and if I may say legal. They kill us, they killed our parents, threw mine away saying they were too old and most likely expired. It's the right thing."

"It is." He agreed.