Coca Cola Lola
"Hey stud, how much for one of those coke cans? Not the small ones, I want one of those bigger, red ones" said Lola, flicking her jet black hair back from across her face. The cashier wasn't to be fooled, he'd be told of the trick that the infamous Coca Cola Lola used to get what she wanted. "There's nothing to worry about sugar, Lola took her tablets, everything's gonna be just fine" said Lola, curving her ruby red lips around her teeth. If memory served the cashier correctly, and if often did, he was told Lola was allergic to the high fructose corn syrup and after the last incident, Lola was strictly banned from purchasing fizzy drinks.
"C'mon baby, you don't wanna make poor Lola cry do ya?" moaned Lola, lowering her lemon yellow sunglasses from her eyes to her nose. The cashier, although incredibly attracted to Lola, thought her tactics were nothing short of filthy and didn't want to lose his new job to the simple wants of a girl. "I can see you fighting with yourself over there honey, you don't wanna disappoint Lola do ya?" said Lola, swaying her milky white dress from side to side.
"I'm sorry Lola, don't pretend you don't know the rules" muttered the cashier, clearly disappointed with himself. Lola, realising this was going to take a little more effort, began walking towards the cashier, her electric pink sandals squelching against the floor. "Listen tiger, hand over a Coca Cola and Lola will pay you with a little kiss" whispered Lola.
The cashier, unable to resist Lola's charm, takes a large cola from the fridge and hands it over. "Close your eyes sweet thing, your whole world is about to explode" whispered Lola as she watched the cashier close his eyes.
Then like a lightening bolt, Lola burst out the front door, clutching her Coca Cola as her victory spoils.