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...
Love after all - Page 4
He smiled and clutched my paw lovingly, than we walked into the bar.
Honorable Duel (Otherwise Untitled)
~ "beer's not cold enough for that story.", the dragon leaning back from the bar to watch up to stage. randy had gotten into the chorus, and was gesturing an air guitar with vigor.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Even The Losers
The stool at the end of the bar seemed unclaimed, at least zackary hoped it was.