Empty Basket
I'm really good at long island iced teas." she lifted her full glass, picked up an empty one from the table, and poured her drink from one to the other in a showy display. "ta-dahhhh."
Masked Ambitions, Part 1
long island." "anything for you?" the tigress looked at me, as her long tail twitched impatiently. she was dressed as a pirate. well, a nearly naked pirate, with a garter belt even.
Dancer in the Dream (Ch. 1)
"i'll have a long island ice, and some gossip if you can give it." he glanced down the bar; it was late on a sunday night, only the brave and the stupid were still drinking to ignore the workday looming on the horizon.
The Interview (M/M)
Just because someone likes getting another guy's arm up his asshole doesn't mean he won't turn into a dumbfuck when he's got ten long islands in his mouth. come on," hawk growled, then pushed past bubba, gestured along with a gloved hand.
Folie au Deux (M/M) (pt. 4 of "Under The Devil's Eye")
"long island." "geez. i could never be a bartender. i don't even remember what i like to drink." "on the house, too," the rat said, getting an eyeroll from the otter. hawk sipped at it, and coughed. double strong. "really.
Ein Heißer Sommer Tag 7, Teil 1 Der Clubabend
„einen long island ice tea bitte." „der hat dir gefallen, sagst du? alles klar, kommt." mit den informationen in ihr pad getippt war sie auch schon wieder weg. jeff stupste seinen vulpinen freund an, er brachte ein ziemlich erstauntes ‚alter!'
Evenings at the Club
Marcella watched from across the bar, sipping from a tall long island iced tea. the african wild dog's tail betrayed the calm she expressed otherwise, wagging back and forth like an excited pup. what a show!
An Even Later Night At Michaels
For the time being rose would just have to keep living at michael's luxurious house out on long island.
Quadruped Curse
"can i get a long island ice tea?" she asked as she sat on her haunches. "i'll pay for it," the human next to her said, giving her a look and winking a bit as well. "you don't have to," she said with a blush.
Mile Marker Redux: Florida to New York
island, and there's no tellin' where the next decent place'll be.
My Little Secret
"long island ice tea please," i respond without thinking, taking a seat on one of the chairs while he sits on another. "so what do you do for a living then?" i ask him. he lets out a quiet sigh as he downs the shot and taps on the counter.
Snowed Out
Some were still angrily arguing with the transit police, and i overheard a man yelling about how his family was in long island. i didn't even have to ask why everyone was so upset: the trains were down.