Part 25
Plush chairs, a well-stocked bar that's centered in the large carpeted room. windows pretty much cover the entire room, giving the people in the restaurant a view of the tennis courts and part of the golf course.
Stung 4: A Difficult Decision
After he saw you pulling off the con in the bar, he followed you back to your apartment. he told us where you were, and we went there this morning just in time to see you leaving. we followed you, and saw you going into the bar.
Love after all - Page 4
He smiled and clutched my paw lovingly, than we walked into the bar.
Better Day - Thursday Prompt Story [#13, 30/3/23]
Not only that, the bar was a little too far off where i'd like, and looking it up while i was on my way here didn't paint the prettiest picture of the place.
036 - Proxime Pt.04
Butters and Tyard start to head down Trinity Square as they make their way to outside the Royal Concert Hall. This essentially meant walking through an open commercial square before heading down Forman Street: A path of cafes, food places and...
The True And Potent SECRETS of SoFurry Story Formatting
Even when the box expands itself (as it does for certain refreshes), the scroll bar is not at all convenient.
Prolog
It's tonight at a certain bar that my story begins. this bar was the type of bar where you went if you wanted to find someone whether they were older or younger. i'd never been with an older male so i thought what the hell.
Moon Fire - Volume 1 - Chapter one
I paused a moment and tried to think of an exuce for going to the bar.
The Half Pin, Chapter 1: The Melody
The glass half full wasn't a very popular bar, despite its busy moments. it was mostly the same locals from town, all cramming into the chipped mahogany bar stools to chug back a pint after a hard day's work.
Of Foxes and Ferrets Chapter 1: Strange Awakenings
Well, obviously it was a bar, but which bar? what part of town? i bit down on my bottom lip, and pushed the door open, stepping out into the other room. we were at some kind of a dance club.. and it had to be just past last call.
A Strange Day Out
The barman dashed out from behind the bar, tea-towel still slung over his shoulder. there in front of him lay the nice bunny rabbit, still and quiet as anything.
Love after all - Page 5
The smell of the bar hit me like a battering ram, cigarette smoke, alchohol, weed...you get the picture. i had to force myself not to throw up. john looked around the bar, looking like he felt exactly like me.