Amy waved off the offer.
"No offense, but I'll drink from my own can, thanks."
"What's wrong, huh?" Lina took another gulp. "Afraid of my cooties?"
Amy rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, it's not that weird. Just a little late pandemic hangup."
"Suit yourself. I'm gonna have a look--ook ook ook!--down this aisle." Lina sauntered down the aisle with a spring in her step.
Amy didn't quite notice the odd sound her friend made, too busy scanning the labels on the buttons.
"Let's see...Dr. Pupper...Phanta...Croco Cola...what are these? Weird knockoffs and foreign sodas?"
Lina called over, "Hurry up and pick, you gotta see some of the stuff here!" She took another gulp, not noticing as her face began almost devolving, her nose flattening a bit as her jaw grew forward a touch. She scratched at her side, oblivious to the hairs beginning to grow down her arms.
"Whatever," Amy thought. She closed her eyes and pressed a random button. The machine clunked and she grabbed the can that popped out. She looked and saw she was holding a cold can of...