Fair's Fair
They'd posed for a vintage photo at a stand being run by an attractive wolf. cebrin had known what billy had in mind the moment his son guided him over, one arm draped protectively across his father's shoulders to make sure he didn't get "lost".
A Dead Ringer
That was one hell of a vintage! he carefully returned the bottle to the wall. there was a door; old, stout and covered in iron and rust. he pulled the ring inset into it, but nothing happened, not at first anyway.
Murder Noir. Part One.
In the corner stood an old isolated vintage nineteen thirties philco radio, complete with custom retrofitted ipod dock.
Shine
A number of gold coins - of an older vintage than the few that corsayr carried with him - gleamed in the dim light of the bar. corsayr grinned. "esteban, let me offer you a business proposal..."
Welcome Home ch 10
They were heading towards town in the vintage porsche that had been the apple of their father's eye. tanya rarely used it, but as they sped down the freeway she did not regret leaving the safer and more sensible cars behind.
Kitty Style
The chief engineer had his bottle of vintage scotch whiskey on the counter beside him. he reached for it and took a swig, exhaling in a satisfied grunt, "ah...that's good." he put it back down and returned to work, recalibrating the warp coils.
Herdnan- Chapter Sixteen
George ran off and got a bottle of an old, fine vintage and placed it in a wine caddy next to the table. "your server will be with you shortly. i just want to give you my sincerest apologies to you both for that minor mix up."
Escape From The Lab
There even stood a grain silo and vintage red barn. the entire place looked as though it belonged in a painting, or movie. on the surface, it looked normal enough, but underneath lay a great secret. inside the barn it was completely empty.
Identity: Chapter Thirty
He'd already pulled off his swimsuit, and every fur on his body seemed to be individually dripping all over the vintage hardwood floor. "she's a liar!" "rufus! mei-ling" alana scolded, rushing to grab new towels from the hall cabinet.
Trouble Were-ever He Goes
Several shots rang out from vintage svt-40 rifles before the bullets struck him. even then he didn't seem to immediately notice. when he did, and he connected the stings with the men, his ire erupted anew.
Boo and Kye: Rainfall
Again, making the early dragon juice last, little skunk took another tiny taste with just the very end of his tongue, and savoured it just as a sommelier tasting the finest of vintage wines.
Reckless Pt. 4 (M/M) (horrorotica)
It's like some fucking vintage doggy bed from i dunno how long ago! it's real nice though, doesn't smell like anything but fluff." "shut up, i give it to him. upstairs, dog." kyros stomped upstairs. the master bedroom. the cabinets were locked.