The Road Of Life - Chapter 6
He hit her over the head with a beer bottle, i covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming, knowing that if i made any noise bob would find out i was spying and he'd kill me.
The Long Haul: Chapter 1
He would either get too tired and go back inside or his beer would run out. whatever came first.
Reverie
Lylia quipped, taking another sip from her beer. "i'm not his secretary. i do a lot of hacking and i'm actually his sniper." the short tomboyish hyena retorted, with a slight prideful tilt to her tone.
Bonfire Night: A Marco and Mitch Story
Marco took a long swig of his beer. "yes, that's part of it, but you also have to make sure you're eating right. you see..." they continued to chat and toss back beers.
On Defence
Food acquired, a fresh beer too, i wandered over to join lukas and the guys at the counter in the far corner.
Episode 9A: Inquiry
"it's just beer. i haven't hit my limit yet," harry said. "besides, it's helping my mood." "showing up tomorrow hung over won't help your case," nora noted, polishing off another of her own and fishing out another beer from the case.
Rekindling - Part 1
He took a sullen sip of his root beer. "i really need to get out of here." "i _am_ looking for a new roommate," i said. "would you really want me to live with you?" "of course! you're my friend!
Eyes like the Forest (4)
"madam, we'll take your darkest beer, and keep them coming until we're sleeping like babes!"
Chance's Encounters. Prologue.
Brent, the large german shepherd, took his usual seat in an old, slightly torn army green recliner with a grunt, crushing the can of beer in hand and tossing it off to the side. "margret!" he barked. "i'm out of beer!" "get it yourself."
219B
beer, pizza, talk. okay?" "y-yeah." the line went dead right after, leaving me laying there dumbfounded.
Devolvers - The Excuse | Chapter 5
I thought about the time we packed up our school bags full of clothes and tarps, snagging a six-pack of beer from my dad's fridge and went off to an abandoned apartment complex one weekend.
Against All Odds: Part 6 - Close Encounters
"i'll have a draught beer please." "which?" the bartender motioned a paw at the line of pouring taps, each labelled with brands he didn't recognise from back home. "i'll have... i'll take whichever one's good, please."