Something about the big green energy drink with punked out lettering appealed to you. Being 14, your parents have told you to stay away from energy drinks, citing stories of kids dying from them.
25 o'clock the can seemed to scream. There was an outline of a young man in an energetic pose like many of the name brand energy drinks. You pulled a dollar from your wallet, your heart skipped a beat as the machine accepted your payment. You chided yourself for being so excited, "If this is your biggest act of rebellion, you're doing okay." you told yourself.
The machine dispensed the can with a cradle, meaning that the selected can got an elevator ride that brought it to the dispensation area, fancy. You reached in and grabbed the cold can noticing the weird tactile effect of the can itself as you examined it. Since there are only 24 hours in a day the name seemed to imply that you'd get an extra hour's worth of stuff done not that you really cared, it was the weekend after all.
You opened the 20 oz can taking a large swig of the liquid. It tasted lemon-limey as you expected and after a couple swigs you let out a louder than normal belch, and laugh to yourself. Your laugh sounded deeper than normal which amused you. Carbonation tingled in your throat and you thought nothing of it.