Chloe freed the last remaining can of some from the refrigerator. It wasn't hers, hell. She just BARELY paid her half of the rent. But if Chloe wanted it, very few people could tell her no. As if the liquid would dry up the moment she opened the can, Chloe sucked down the contents.

Immediately feeling a fizz her in her gut, she let out a light belch. Tossing her soda and entering the living room.

"Hey. We're out of soda. And before you start that "just bought it" crap, you didn't buy enough."

Chioe said, trying to keep from hearing another speech about her bad habits. Namely those in relation to food.

Chole has pink hair.