The Coca-Cola Company is really scraping the bottom of the barrel on product placement, it seems. I like how Gwen is just going to straight up slam a shot of tequila. No training wheels for her, no sir. Getting hammered must be the only way she can tolerate Sir Rodney. (For the record, I had to look up their names on Wikipedia. Now I’ll never forget. And neither will you.)
I’d like to pat myself on the back for resisting the urge to make a pegging joke, though that’s obviously the implication here.