Diner From Pulp Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

Too much. I had maybe twenty dollars left from the cash I had grabbed before leaving Silverfang enough for two meals if I was careful. My stomach growled so loudly that a woman walking her dog shot me a strange look. I ducked my head and kept moving until the warm, greasy glow of a classic diner caught my eye. “All-Night Diner” flashed in neon above the door and the smell of burgers and coffee drifted out like a promise.

“There’s a diner ahead.” About ten minutes later, they pulled over beside an old roadside diner with faded signs and warm lights glowing through the windows. Rivera loved it immediately. A waitress welcomed them before leading them toward a booth near the window. Rivera slid into her seat comfortably while Luke sat across from her. Reagan took the seat beside her this time, his shoulder brushing hers briefly as he settled down. “So,” Luke said as he opened the menu, “what’s everybody getting?” “Pancakes,” Rivera answered almost instantly.

Some were of Marcus' patrolling the city with his usual smug face and a shiny jeep that spelled out LA police and the others were him eating alone a burger in a diner. "What am I looking at exactly? A sad man wasting away by eating greasy burgers?" With a huff, Jaime had his finger on the diner's logo, McHenry's Diner. "Sir it's the same one" Suddenly his heart beat rapidly, the same same diner had appeared in his life after years of trying to bury what had happened eight years ago. "There are so many diners in LA. They probably have the same names, Jaime"

“It’s a casual place, so there's no need to change into your suit.” “What are we waiting for?” she asked from the couch. I grab one of my jean jackets from the closet for her and then put on my leather jacket. I grab my wallet, and we head to the door. Amelie POV This diner is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s in the old 50s style, with melamine counters and a red vinyl-covered barstool. The traditional booths are also covered in the same red vinyl. It looks busy, though; there is a lineup. Nathan walks into the diner and flags down an older gentleman.

“Can I have a refill?” a customer held up a cup. “Absolutely,” she said retrieving the carafe from its hot plate and filled the cup without missing a beat. Mike eyed the simple, two-sided menu finding many traditional fair foods and fast food options: mostly fried or grilled. There was nothing trendy but this kind of menu was also rather nostalgic. In fact the diner itself with the interior décor harkening to the fifties and would be quite familiar to anyone who had lived it. He hadn’t intended to order anything but now a short stack sounded good.

Evan and another guy were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. “That was so fucking funny dude, the way Stevie and El almost puked...” The guy with Evan was saying, then he was abruptly slapped in the chest, and yelled at by one of the girls, “Shhh, Finn!” He quickly shut up and looked around the diner, they all stood as still as we were. All except for Evan of course. He looked around at all the hunters then quickly ascended. “Move!” He yelled motioning with his arm for us to move to the back of the diner.

*Cathwulf* I spend the next three hours serving coffee to my past. Joe's Diner has never looked less like a refuge and more like a badly managed supernatural hostage exchange. Earl complains about hash browns. Mrs. Porter asks for more lemon and pretends not to notice the three dangerous men sitting in a row of booths like a particularly violent barbershop quartet. Ted keeps shouting for runners. Mandy keeps drifting by the window to get a better look at my misery.

DRE’S P.O.V The diner was exactly how I imagined one in this part would look, it was very old-fashioned. It had the classic red vinyl booths, checked floors, and a juke box in the corner playing modern music, to my surprise, instead of the old classics I assumed they’d play. The waiters were ridiculously nice too.

I was starving, so I just picked up my plate and started eating. Unexpectedly, Jenny snatched the plate from my hand, her voice sharp and piercing. "Why are you acting as if you've never eaten in ages? We haven't even split the cost of the dinner yet! Why are you eating? 326 dollars. Pay me now!" I thought I misheard her. "Did you say 326 dollars? I'm paying half by myself?" Jenny spoke as though she were utterly justified. "Yes! You're an outsider. You can't just come to our house and eat and drink for free, can you?"

After I got to dinner, I changed into my work clothes, and began my shift. Everything was normal until Rider Blackwell walked into the diner. He was the leader of the Eastwood gang and the owner of a club called 'the blue gypsy,' where Sophia works as a manager/waitress, so I see him once in a while when I go see Sophia after she finishes working at the club.