The Draconian Story: Chapter 4
Look, i need you to stay calm, don't mess around, and that was beer, not malt! this is not a tavern, you fucking idiot!"
Rexville 13: His Preference
Hunter came back with a six-pack of root beer. "you like root beer, keanu?" said hunter. "yeah, i like root beer." he satisfyingly said. "ginger ale flavor is the best."
The Fall of the Elvish Kingdom
"it's good to see you here, master" khraggör greeted the necromancer, then he picked up his horn of bear, which was as long as his forearm, and waved it to demand some beer. "want some beer."
Black Meridian 04: Borderlands
"whiskey or beer." the horse snorted. they each chose beer, and fletcher was delighted when it was cool. he didn't expect a town like this to have bars with power. "so...are_you_ pawel then?"
Risk
Mix of the beer and adrenaline rush. arden had understood, since he had also been pretty flustered by the whole experience. what he had learned was one of his best weapons tonight.
The Mage of Terra Danor
The human man brought two glasses of beer, potent heady stuff the likes of which disappeared a few thousand years into his future, if you counted time in that manner. morlei was whining again.
The ones left alive: part 3
I said before letting a blast of buckshot into a previously beer loving zombie. "don't mention it!" she said before hitting three zombies with her p220.
Knife and Sword
"a new friend of mine, he pointed for a bit more of fun" replied the brown worgen while raised his hand making a signal for two beers.
Blaze christmas
After that everything went quite they just sat there drinking beer and watching yesterday's football game on the tv. but over time blaze got depressed and mad just sitting there doing nothing. blaze finished his second beer and said.
Dynasty: Origins, Act 02: Colored Crimson
"i'm supposed to deliver this beer to some guy named don bortelli and your tab will mostly be paid off." "don bortelli?" he asked. "wait a second here, there's no guy named that.
Tooth and Sweet: A Fence, A Fight, And A Blunder
The bull emerged from the smoke once again with a mug of beer and a bowl of only partially blackened eggs.
Death's Blood Ch. Four: Paving The Way
He asks me then what i want for a drink, and i order a pint of shrier's beer. there's barely an aroma from the meat and potatoes. the beer is no better. the meat barely has juice for its taste, even though it's medium rare.