She would have, but Sully teases her.

Pearl raises a single very blonde eyebrow as she regards the can in your hand. "'Special' Schoolgirl Soda. Okay, Bimbo Juice was offensive, but this one's just weird. What the hell does a 'Schoolgirl Soda' even mean? For that matter, what's a 'special' schoolgirl?"

Before you can bullshit up some fake marketing history, Sully pipes up. "Maybe it's also a fetish thing, right? Bimbos, schoolgirls... I bet the 'Special' really stands for 'Sexy,' right Pearl?"

Pearl's eyes grow dark, and you gulp. You know her well enough to know that Sully's finally pushed her too far. "Oh, is that so, Mr. Bigtime Jock?" she says, turning to stare him down. "You know you're kind of a stereotype yourself, all muscle and no thought behind your words. Maybe they've got a Meathead Mix in there for you somewhere."

"Babe, don't—" Indy begins, but she gets cut off by her boyfriend as he rises to the provocation.

"Well I'm not the one who drank 'Bimbo Juice' and then complained about it afterwards!" Sully huffs. "Christ, Pearl, Chase is trying to introduce you to his favorite soda, you loved the flavor, and yet you're still bitching about the name? What's wrong with you?"

"Oh like you'd have even drunk it yourself!" Pearl snaps. "You talk a big game about Chase's feelings and names not mattering, but you didn't drink that soda, did you? Hell, you're such a guy that you'd never have even touched 'Bimbo Juice,' not in a thousand years. So put up or shut up!"

"Put up or—" Sully mutters, eyebrows furrowed. "Alright, you know what, fine. Bimbo Juice, Schoolgirl Soda, it doesn't matter, I'm not a delicate flower like you!"

Your eyes widen in horror in the few moments you have to realize what's about to happen before Sully snatches the can of "Special" Schoolgirl Soda (Full Flavor) from your fingers, unseals it, and downs it in one long draft.