5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Aurora POV "So what did my stupid brother do?" Noxon asked, passing me another glass of chocolate milkshake. Sandy's place was quite great. The place was quite a cozy diner with checkered floors, red vinyl booths, and a jukebox humming softly in the corner. It gave a 90's vibe and somehow they serve the best milkshake and apple pie. I'm practically thinking of living here. I've had three glasses already, but somehow the sugar was helping. "Found him fucking Rebecca Stone." I stirred the whipped cream into the shake. "In Mr. Wilson's classroom."

I peeked up at Pazzi only to see him scowling at me, knowing what I wanted. I pouted and flipped the page so that I could see their pizzas. I decided to go with the ’seafood miracle’, it did indeed sound like a miracle. Once we had ordered, we got our drinks served. Pazzi ordered a cola with a lemon slice and I ordered their chocolate milkshake, just like yesterday. ”You really are stuck to your ways aren't ya?” He said sarcastically as he looked at me with boredom. ”Have you tried this? If that pizza is a miracle then this is a fucking unicorn,” I said as I took a big gulp of the shake.

"Moondust Diner. The neighborhood was a tourist trap, but the diner had the best milkshakes in the city. Two dollars, glasses almost as big as our heads. We went there every week after school until our grandfather found out. He was furious. Said Russos don't frequent cheap diners and assigned someone to walk us home straight after school. We never went back after that." I'd never told anyone about the diner, but since she shared about the dumpling shop, I felt compelled to reciprocate. The kiss really had fucked with my head. "Two-dollar milkshakes? I would've been a dentist's nightmare," Vivian joked. "Mine wasn't my biggest fan either." The Moondust Diner still existed, but | wasn't a kid

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”

The pizza had arrived and everyone was seated on the dining chair while they all had some pizza and Milkshake together. “Felix, look at their nails and how pretty they look?” Mitchell said excitedly. She raised her milkshake while her lips drew some long sips before gaping at Felix for a response, “It's a trendy thing called nail art!” She said the moment she dropped the milkshake on the table. “Oh, don't tell me you don't like it?” Mitchell asked when she noticed his odd-looking expression.

Molly said and grabbed the milk jug to pour some into her coffee but poured it messily from shaking too much. "It's alright, I got it, I got it." He grabbed the milk jug from her hand and poured the milk for her. "How many sugars?" "Just one." "O.k.," he said and poured two sugars into her coffee and stirred it for her. "There you go." "Thank you." "No problem." She wanted to lift the cup to drink from it but she was still shaking and so she just left the cup on the table and lowered her mouth to it instead, with Det. Brighton just sitting there and watching her; she looked like she was going through a good lot.

he frowned, and took a drink of mom’s lemonade. “I was drinking that,” mom frowned. “Sorry mama,” Kent apologized, and rubbed the back of his head. I poured myself a glass of lemonade, which was taken out of my hand by Kent. “Thanks sis,” he smirked, and sat in one of the patio chairs. “You’re welcome,” I mumbled, and poured another glass of lemonade. I sat down in the chair next to Kent, and took a sip of my lemonade. “So how was col-” mom was cutoff by dad walking out back.

I lied again. Her eyes sparkle. She hands me my milkshake. “Try this. You’ll like this.” It’s thick and slurpy. More sugar than substance. “So?” she prompts. “It’s good, right?” I tip my head. “It’s better than the burger.” “I love milkshakes. It’s the best.” I can’t resist, not when I see her hollow cheeks as she sucks in rapture, her eyelashes fluttering as she takes a greedy mouthful.

Even though we weren't doing anything, the mere thought of fulfilling his request made my stomach knot with humiliation. I'm a grown woman, and Finneas was a grown man. The thought of giving an adult man my milk was mortifying. What scared me even more was the possibility that he'd keep filming while I did it. I avoided meeting his eyes, compelled to ask him about it. When the restroom finally cleared after someone exited, I spoke up. "Finneas, I've agreed to your request, so you're not going to film me, right?" He shook his head. "Of course not. I just want some warm milk. I just miss the taste. Plus…"

With her nod of approval, I retrieved my black card from my small bag and placed my pizza order with the salesperson, specifying her chosen flavors. “All large.” When the vendor saw my method of payment, her eyes widened. After swiping the card, and while our pizza order was being prepared, we went to the shake drink stand, and Brianna pointed to the milkshake flavor with a cherry topping. “How many do you want, baby?” She raised her pointed middle fingers. “Two large milkshakes?” I confirmed enthusiastically. After she agreed, I told the salesperson Brianna’s order. “Does this have any nuts in it?” I asked to make sure.