From V8:
The next morning he woke ravenous, the sugary sludge in his mouth a tease for what was to come. And on his second shift, he turned up the volume again.
Danny tore through the restaurant, racing past his trainer and showering every guest with smiles and jokes and a hand run down the back. His eyes felt glittery, like diamonds. His heart and stomach raced. The coffees (three sugars) and Cokes (free refills!) powered him to a sick degree - when he bumped another trainee and was told to "chill out," he yowled like a junkyard cat over a tossed bone.
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