The party! [PART 8]
cosmo?" he whispered. "cosmopolitan?" luna guessed it. "yeah!" george said excited. "a cosmopolitan for me." "ok!~" the otter said, before putting the pen he had in his mouth and grabbing out a calculator. "that's...12'36."
Show Off
Instead, he settled for ordering a cosmo and a light pasta dinner and dropping hints to travis. by the time he'd finished dinner, he'd hoped trey would have packed up and found somewhere else to spend the night.
A Feline Problem
cosmo?" he asked rather pointedly. the cat snickered. "good one!" he fist-bumped the lion's shoulder. "hurrurumpphphph," doug harrumphed. "well i'm glad you took me in for moral support," said the tiger, "i know how jumpy you can get."
It's the Awkward that's Endearing, Really
_ --- the dinner table may as well have been cut out of a cosmo article on how to throw a romantic dinner for your man, but that detracted not the least bit from the warm sultry air that surrounded the intimate scene.
Chance Meeting
She added just a little exaggeration to her hips as she walked back to where she'd left her cosmo.
March - March Hare's Breath
You struck me as more of a cosmo kind of girl." she really wasn't sure what he meant by that. the wolf snapped his fingers, and the bartender was there a moment later. "hey, rex. rum and coke for the lady, and i'll have my regular special.
Xirra's First Time
Xeno lazily lifted his head from the cave floor, all four emerald eyes scanning the gloom around him as his mate slept peacefully under his wing. Yet as the drake opened his maw wide to yawn, a light blue blur jumped out at him from the shadows,...
Can I See You in My Office?
She was drinking a cosmo, something that seemed to match her cheerful personality perfectly. i satisfied myself with a rum and coke, an old standby that i'd been fond of since my college days. "i am," i admitted, throwing a smile her way.
College Life: Chapter 11
Nothing like a cosmo to help the curative process eh?" his smile was clearly strained but his body language spoke volumes. the otter's tail was limp, his shoulders were slumped and his normally hyperactive waist was as lifeless as a cold turkey.
Regretrospective
"the bartender makes a great cosmo." victor leaned forward. he eyed the empty chair. "your little friend coming?" "if he's feeling up to it." martique laughed. "i think i saw him staggering back to the bar at 1 am."
Truth or Dare
And a cosmo." "good job. bloody mary, mojito, sour, martini, margarita, and-" "nope!
Black and White in February
"what kind of cosmo is this?" "special cosmo with a little extra valentine's day kick. on the house." the malamute grins proudly. jamie and i laugh. "well, look who's here!" the welcoming voice of a familiar doberman announces.