she tastes like cherry cola my lips are dry but who needs a drink? (cherry cola) yeah, i like to lick her lips when they’re pink (cherry cola) yeah, i get my kicks from your sugar kisses (cherry cola) oooo, i’m an addict and you’re one of my fixes (cherry cola)

— Cherry Cola, McFly

Lando never drunk cherry flavoured Coca-Cola, he wasn’t a fan of the sickeningly sweet taste it left lingering on his tongue for hours after consumed.

But, boy, was it quick to become addictive.

Cherry was her staple. She was rarely seen without a fresh, frosted can of cherry cola within her perfectly manicured grip when spotted around the papaya paddock.

And don’t even mention the taste it left on her tongue. Lando couldn’t get enough — send him to an AA meeting because this man was an addict for the taste of her.

He just simply couldn’t get enough. The lingering remanence of the deep cherry flavoured syrup he tasted when they kiss made him feel similar to what he imagines dr ug addicts feel. That rush, he had never felt a thing that could compare — not even the feeling of winning a race weekend could measure up.