5 Dollar Milkshake Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

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?

Another freshman, the one whose name was maybe Collin, asked. “Refrigerator Roulette is you get out all the icky mystery leftovers from the refrigerator, blend it all up into slop, and then gulp it down. If it’s dizzy edition, you have to spin in a circle before you chug it all down. If it’s underwear edition, you do it all in your underwear. Obviously, dizzy underwear edition is a combination of those two things. And it was all caught on camera.” Paige explained. “Now, do anyone have any of you have anything else to say?”

I see how cringe she looks watching people spin on it. I go to the milkshake booth next to me, and request for two cups of milkshake. “Coming right up!” The salesman says, and goes to the back of his booth, in less than a minute, he hands me over the cups and I pay him 20 dollars. “Keep the change,” I tell the man, and walk away with the milkshake. I gently proceed to the bench and sit next to Sarah. “Here.” I give her one cup of milkshake. “Oh, thank you,” she says and immediately sips on the straw.

We finished our milkshakes slowly—savoring, talking about nothing and everything. When mine was almost empty, he reached across the table, took my glass, and offered me his. “Try mine,” he said. “See if you like peanut butter better.” I leaned forward, sipping from his straw. The chocolate and peanut butter hit my tongue—rich, salty-sweet. I hummed in approval. “Your turn,” I said, pushing mine toward him. He took a sip—eyes closing for a second. “Damn. Strawberry cheesecake might win.”

, Blanca gives me the middle finger, “It’s on me today.” Before we leave, I order a chocolate frapuccino for myself, a red fruit milkshake for Blanca and an unsweetened cappuccino for Dom. When the waitress hands it to me, I thank her. Blanca pays the bill, and I take the macerated pills, a white powder, out of my bag. I open the cappuccino, pour the powder in and mix it with the straw. “Whoever sees it from the outside... even thinks Maurice is right, you know?”

“Burgers, fries, and milkshakes for everyone.” “Pablo, you are a lifesaver,” I say gratefully, taking a seat at the clear end of the table as he chuckles, pulling a chair across from me. He passes out the burgers and fries before sliding a milkshake across the table to me. “Nothing like a good burger to fuel the brain, right?”

Mmm… I moan softly as I currently sit upon a barstool. Currently sipping on a scrumptious vanilla milkshake with whip cream and cherry do my eyes move to scan over the room. My men having bought out the entire diner for me as we each sat down enjoying our treat.

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."