5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

“That sounds perfect.” We drove out of the heart of the city and found a little diner decked out in retro fifties gear. We were both dragging ass as we slid into a booth with a shiny red table between us. There was a jukebox playing old forty-fives and lots of fifties memorabilia hanging from the walls. “I bet they have legit ice cream shakes here,” I said and opened my menu. “Oh, I want chocolate,” he replied. We both ordered big burgers, fries, and the traditional shakes, which were quickly delivered in tall glasses. I tried to take a drink from the shake, but it was far too thick. I was desperate for a taste and moved the straw to the side to drink straight from the glass.

They were so much that I was already feeling tired. Nonetheless, he looked so powerful and seductive behind his desk that just watching his serious air excited me. I drank in his beauty as he chewed the tip of his pen thoughtfully, — he was a kill bill. I didn't know why but the picture of Mark thrusting Nanny Clara popped up into my mind and I wanted Gladimir to smash my ass the same way.

He whispered, agitated to say something that made his face flush with happiness. I lowered my voice. “Uhhh. What?” “You.” He drummed his fingers on the table, laughing. “I want to eat you.” “Oh.” I pretended to laugh at his dry jokes that I wasn't feeling. Oh, Lord. Save me. I opened my camera app and positioned the milkshake properly beneath the restaurant lights and the glass sparked. Perfect. I guessed I chose milkshake because the whipped cream was slowly melting down to the side of the glass. Yup. That's the moving object and if professor harry don't like it, he could fuck off.

“You’re in a hurry.” I glare at him. He immediately releases me, lifting his hands in surrender. “Okay, wow. I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” he chuckles, easy and harmless. Right. He’s not the one I want to murder. “Will you let me live if I buy you a milkshake?” he offers. “The café here makes a mean double-fudge chocolate cookie dough one.” My stomach betrays me with an enthusiastic growl. Double fudge and cookie dough?

Attention derailed for a second, the second long enough to steal what could have been. "Wayo." "What do you want to eat?" "No I'm here to make sure you eat lover boy." "I just want a pink milkshake." "Strawberry?" "Nope its just pink milk." "I don't get it. Order number seven." "I my dear friend do not get your obsession with the green juice with raw eggs you drink." "It's called a protein shake and I only drink that pure power fuel when I go to the gym. Besides your faculty sells the best veggie blended smoothie here."

Loki and I covered our mouths when Becka lightly pinched her on the side. "Your Pizza is so dramatic, it's so childish." she said to daisy. "Of course, Made with love for my lovely young Sir and Madam." He didn't want to answer this, which made him shake his head. "Thank you Sister Daisy!" Loki and Thor said at the same time, I laughed when he signed a Korean heart. It was just a matter of time and they realized it was a joke. "Here is the special Shake Madam, Young Sir. fresh from the three of coconut, known as Mylene's knuckle shake." Mylene introduced the drinks, not wanting to lose to Daisy's intro.

You'd think he was an old man and not thirty years old. I mean he was old but not that old. I guess money ages you. He took over the burger while I focused on my milkshake adding a shit load of icecream and very little actual milk He raised a brow at me and I just grinned back. “What, I love food, plus no one actually drinks milkshakes for the milk, we do it for the ice cream.” I poured the milkshake into the really huge mug I'd found in the cabinet. He plated the three burgers and pushed the plate over to me.

They were all inconspicuous to him. "Give me ten pack of pizza, and eight milkshakes." He ordered. The attendant nodded, and quickly packed up the pizza and milkshake, on the counter. She made calculations and turned to him. "Everything is one thousand dollars." She informed him, and packed the milkshake in a big nylon to make it easy for him to carry them. Xavier gave her his card, she debited his account, and gave him back his card. He carried the pizza and drinks to the car. He sat down, and the Pablo drove off.

I got worried if my jokes went too far but I realized that he only paused to scratch his reddened neck. "Wait," he murmured with difficulty. "Is there a peach on this shake?" He pointed his beverage. Peach? I don't know. This line of business is not my specialty. I haven't learned anything in my own coffee shop yet. "Excuse me!" I called my staff. She ran towards us while Junhui kept on scratching and coughing. "Yes ma'am?" "Did you put some peaches on our mango shake?" "Ahmm, we put peach syrup on it, ma'am."

She sighed briefly, then reached out to take another box—the one not in the man’s hand. “Just this one,” she added, causing Nightroe’s brow to furrow in surprise. “That’s very cheap. Why are you drinking cheap milk?” Wait—had Svanna heard Nightroe’s protest correctly? “Just take this one,” the man continued, grabbing several more of the same milk cartons to put in the cart. Svanna was completely stunned. She blinked rapidly and said, “Cheap or expensive, it’s all the same, Nightroe. What matters is that this milk is right for me.” She still made a slight effort to help Nightroe better understand their choice.