Roundabout Story Project
Cory tipped the drink back, downing the drink to drown the pain. karrie had been the one thing he loved more than anything, that beacon of light at the end of the work day.
A Chance Encounter
Barry hadn't become a lawyer to maintain perfect sobriety, and a stiff drink was just what he needed to warm up.
sleeping otters lay
Ed hid his face in his hands, some of his drink spilling out on the floor. "what the fuck compelled you to ask her if she had brought condoms?" the bear demanded.
Friend of a Friend
He walked to the kitchen to see here the markings of a different kind of party goer, the 'chatter' as opposed to the 'cheerer'; the glass sipper and not the drink guzzler.
Snow
I take a sip of my drink and pause for a moment after. "what about you? local?" he smiles at the bartender as he grabs his freshly made drink off the counter, sipping it slowly. "kinda.
A New Year
"thanks," he said while tossing a ten onto the sticky counter, which would be more than enough for the drink "keep the change." twisting back towards the crowd, the dog leaned against the bar to enjoy his drink.
The Husky's Dilemna
The husky grasped the drink in one paw he held the liquor, in the other the television remote. he was not watching the tv, intently as he usually did, his blue eyes instead fixed on his drink.
Go For It
He had a drink in his paw, not spilling it by some miracle, but it was pretty clear that he was well over drunk state. "oh boy... uh yeah, that's him." "well don't just stand there. go!" he nudged the fox gently.
Moral Support
Can i get you something to drink, sir?" don had to pry his eyes from the swaying mass in between the raccoon's legs and up to his sky blue eyes. "uhhh... j-just a beer, p-please."
The Den Chapter 2
He moved rather quickly from the bar and, in an almost fluid motion, handed me a glass with the lime green colored drink in it, as he bended over and whispered into my ear.
sleeping bears lay
Before the cocky bear could say anything else ed took the drink from his hand and chugged it. it went down in a slow, bittersweet burn.
A rainy day with the bar tender ( ch 1)
" do you want a drink?" he offered it kind of awkwardly, still shy and nervous, just like i was. i thought for a minute " we have soda and stuff to. if you don't want something alcoholic." jo said as he bent down behind the counter.