A Rainy Day
\>those few things included a cute and short tomboy lynx, some hot pizza on her right hand, a cold beer on her left and some videogames to play. \>and you had them all in one spot.
The Mage of Terra Danor
The human man brought two glasses of beer, potent heady stuff the likes of which disappeared a few thousand years into his future, if you counted time in that manner. morlei was whining again.
The Poetical Answer
Morgan took the beer, at least, if not the suggestion. "you're still going to be off-duty, or will you be a cop again?" "i can plan ahead," he said. instead, over the course of another beer, she caught up with carlos and his girlfriend.
Dynasty: Origins, Act 02: Colored Crimson
"i'm supposed to deliver this beer to some guy named don bortelli and your tab will mostly be paid off." "don bortelli?" he asked. "wait a second here, there's no guy named that.
Family Matters - Wednesday
Laughing, the three men spent the time savoring their beers in casual conversation, watching ships slowly glide past out on the seaway.
A Size Too Small
His hat was resting beside him and was now liberally doused with the spilled beer along with his keys. the only thing that hadn't gotten completely soaked through was his cell phone.
Chasing the Sun - Chapter 09: Pour ‘n Co
He finished his beer. who knew beer was the answer to his problem? "thanks a lot, dude. you really helped me a lot there." "no probs." charles poured him more beer. "if there's anything making you uncomfortable, you can back off."
The Back Room 3: Fang Lightwind
The wolf got another beer and his whiskey and walked around towards the tigers table. he sat down both drinks and sat down and simply watched the cat for a bit.
Realms of Valeron - Chapter 17
Sycorax hurried away towards the beer tent. aria finished a bite of her candy floss.
A Chance of Showers - Part Six
He had time to take two decent pulls on his beer before jake spoke again. "how did you handle it?" "what, coming out?" kip shrugged.
Chapter 2: Only in Skin?
Guess ya had a rough day." mused the mustelid, slipping behind the bar and whipping up a quick mug of caramel malt beer for the srothar. "just the standard speciesists treating me like a pet." sighed biscuit, sipping his beer.
A Beach-side Meeting. Part 3.
John dreamed of his childhood. While her job at the gas station brought in some money, it wasn't always enough for a comfortable life. His family needed to move into a small apartment and sell their old house, they couldn't always afford rent on time...