Boulder Blackjack Pizza Novels & Stories

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.

I'm guessing to order pizza. "Alright I ordered 10 pizzas since the gang is coming over. 2 cheese, 2 pepperoni, 2 sausage, 2 supremes and 2 meat lovers. I also got 8 2 liters and 5 orders of breadsticks. I hope that's enough for everyone especially with our pregnant friends." He mumbles out as we all sit on the couch waiting for our friends. Around 4:30 someone knocks on the door. I go open the front door and there's most of our friends with bags of food in their arms. I see 3 big bags from Buffalo Wild Wings, 2 bags from Chipotle, 4 bags from Texas Roadhouse, 2 bags from Burger King and a grocery bag full of ice cream. "Damn guys that's a lot of food. We ordered 10 pizza's, 8 2 liters and 5

Evil shit. "It doesn't matter what kind, but you have to get it from a specific place." He perked up, and so did the rest of the squad. They were catching on quick to the way my kid's mind worked. Me, I'm now waiting for the other shoe to drop. "And where is that?" Now they were all sitting forward in their seats while Lorde and his team still had frowns on their faces. She gave the name of some mom-and-pop pizza place no one had ever heard of. "Where is it exactly?"

She squints down, trying to understand the foreign words written on our classy, greek menu. "You ready to order, ma'am?" I ask, my patience wearing thin. Clearly, she doesn't belong here. She looks so out of place. She nods, lifting her hazel eyes to mine. "I think I'll just have water and a hamburger—" "She'll have a Zymarika too," her boyfriend finishes for her, sending her a reassuring grin. I roll my eyes. A hamburger? At this restaurant? Is she stupid? Thank goodness for her boyfriend or I would have lost my cool by now.

“Specifically from Alessandro’s over on Grand Street.” I blinked, the name dragging a dormant memory from the back of my mind. Alessandro’s. It was an absolute hole-in-the-wall Italian joint with mismatched wooden chairs and a menu written in smudged white chalk. “Alessandro’s?” I repeated, my voice slightly incredulous. She nodded, her confidence completely unwavering. “Best pizza in the entire city. Hands down.” “Fine. Pizza it is.” I said, turning the wheel and heading toward Grand Street.

I raised an eyebrow, "Butter who?" "It's butter if you don't know," he said cracking up laughing half way and I stepped aside to let him in, he bent down kissing my cheek which felt strange "I have a pizza joke too but it's not that funny. Ooh what smells nice? I have pizza, monopoly, and shit six dollar wine I picked up from ALDI, if we get poisoned, call triple zero, so have that on speed dial"

I don't even know why I agreed for him to be my boyfriend. "Yup, a bunch of chemistry." I drove straight to a pizza restaurant. We decided to go to L & M's. A pizza restaurant that is very famous in our small town. "Can I please have a pepperoni pizza and a Hawaiian pizza. Buffalo wings and cheesy bread." Stephanie orders. "Anything else." She asks me. "Nope, that's already a lot." "It's my usual" She laughs as she swipes her credit card. "I can tell." I sit at a table.

I answered. He laughed and I looked at the man with him who was silent. Damian whispered something there but I didn't hear what it was. Silent boy just shook his head and looked up at me to speak. "Two slices of pepperoni pizza, chicken tenders and fries, two cheese burgers, and one vegetable salad," he told me. I nodded while listing their orders. I looked at them because they might add something to the order. "How about drinks, Sir?" I asked. "Oh! Two mango shakes," he added.

His brows creased into a deep frown, his stormy blue eyes darkened, like the whirling of a wind, his nostrils flared and a sickening gut of feelings roused in the pit of his stomach. "I don't have a thing for Pizza", he abruptly said, divulging from the topic and making the atmosphere lighter. He didn't want to make a bad day for her, but point taken... BRANDON A RUSSIAN BUSINESS MAN, WHO PARTNERS WITH PEPPER EATERY, AND ALSO, THE OWNER OF MR BIGGS EATERY. "Then what's the need of you sitting here, I'm boring you out, yeah I know", she replied. "I enjoy watching you eat", he replied.