A/N: You know I don't own it!
She stares at the pink liquid in the tall glass, her head in her hand.
And stares.
And stares.
And--you guessed it.
"You know, it's not gonna drink itself," he points out, and the drag queen sticks her tongue out childishly.
"I'm aware of that, Thomas."
"Ooh, whole name, huh?" he smiles and takes a sip of the beer he'd ordered himself. "I've never seen you with a milkshake before."
"I've never had a milkshake before."
He chokes.
"You've never had a milkshake?" he asks in shock, his eyes wide. She giggles at his expression.
"Nope. I'm guessing they're good?" she asks, smiling at him.
"It's not so much that they're good...It's just...I've never met someone who's never had one before."He laughs softly.
"Girls gotta keep her figure," she shrugs, putting her mouth on the straw for a minute. "Besides...I'd always think about getting one...then change my mind and go for something different at the very last minute.
He laughs, smiling softly at her.
"My girl. So indesisive," he smirks. She smiles softly, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.
"Well...on some things."