Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Three
As joe walked off to another group, mike caught the eye of huxley, who was sitting alone at the bar. mike walked on over. "slow night, eh?" huxley said, looking around at the crowded bar. "apparently, people have been tweeting about joe," mike said.
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part Two
He walked around the bar and gave the moose a hug. he took the bag and placed it on a stool. "give me a moment, and i'll 'ave mike come over." "no need for that," mike said as he walked to the bar, still dressed as before. he also gave joe a hug.
Bar Jocks: Story One, Part One
#1 of bar jocks after a bit of thought, i realized i haven't posted my newest storyline up. introducing bar jocks, then! it's a place where you can ogle the hot guys in their jocks while they serve you drinks and food.
Bar Jocks: Story Two, Part 4
#8 of bar jocks and the final story part! frankie was having a rather good time at his table. a broad bulldog in skin-tight spandex took his order while a hunky gryphon in green gave him a nicely-made gin and tonic.
A rainy day with the bar tender ( ch 1)
Dani finds herself trapped in the rain, so she ran into a bar or a tavern or something. she meets a handsome but timid bar tender, jo. from here, where will they go with each other, or without?
A Date at the Monster Bar - Willow and Amari TFs
He scanned around to find an empty table, finding one close to the bar. as the two of them took a seat, they noticed a figure moving from behind the bar to greet them. "hello there! it's rare that we get human guests in this place!"
Sometimes it's different (Anthro love story)
She walked out of the bar while he threw a couple of bucks at the table before going after her. as he came out of the bar and the light of the full moon hit his fur, he shone a dark silvery color, making his profile even more staggering to look at."
Desolate Dreams of Romance
Across the bar is myself, reflected in the wall-length mirror that seems to be the norm in old dance clubs like this.
The Aces of Lylat, Interlude: Star Dog
"so what brings the famous falco lombardi to this bar?" "i wanted a drink. isn't that what bars are for?" "bars are for many things. you can sit on 'em, raise 'em, use 'em to do pull-ups--" "don't get cute with me," the bird snapped.
Tales From The Tricolor Beguile: Introductions in Order
You don't get that from most bars anymore." "s'pose not." "you talk as if you don't go to bars much." "probably 'cause i don't." "ah, that _would_ explain why you look so uncomfortable," the hyena conjectured.
Sticks & Stones
Dex hadn't been to this bar in a while. it was a lot easier to get drink than food, if anything. those days were behind her, she mused.
Ode to the Gay Bar I Was Too Chickenshit to Go To
I don't even usually like going out to bars, but this news hit me harder than i expected. maybe because it was one less place to be openly queer around here that got to me.