A fur at Freddy's: Christmas nightmare (part 9)
The second that the door opened and he stepped in my room, i swung the crow bar and hit him right across his knees. "god, my knees!" shouted springbonnie as he fell to the floor. "get crow bar-ed!"
A Late Night Encounter with Master
We both left the bar when suddenly i felt odd. for some reason i felt dizzy and muddled. i leaned on samuel, "you okay?" i didn't respond, my head just felt foggier. "don't worry," samuel said, "you're going to need your rest for tonight."
Thursday's prompt 05/07/15, Beauty
I raise an eyebrow and his eyes flicker to the kitty lapping her bourbon and milk before turning away to polish a clean section of bar... crap. i hate it when that happens.
Fateful Decision
Just something i wrote one day suggestive ish he had his head in his hands, his arms leaning against the bar's counter. it was horrible, almost too horrible to think about.
Die Bar im Westen
Ich sah diese bar an der seite der straße, und ich sagte mich dass ich hier halten soll. ich ging an der bar und ich fragte dem barkeeper, „groß-bier, was immer du hast, bitte." der barkeeper blickte mich an, und guckte böse.
BLACKMAIL - Chapter 2
After some minutes playing uno the bar was full of homosexuals, millionaires and prostitutes, which shadow maurice and speech also were.
A Strange Night Out
Xander turned away from the bar for a moment, watching the crowd dancing. they all seemed to be having a good time. he hoped that he would be able to do the same.
Das wandelnde Klischee
Solange jedenfalls, bis plötzlich eine stimme laut irgendwelche namen quietschte und ein fuchs aus der bar in den biergarten gehüpft kam, dem allem anschein nach nicht nur eine sonne aus dem arsch schien.
Night Ride WIP
A lone figure sat at the bar, sipping at an apple martini occasionally. he sat with his back to the bar, his eyes roving over the assembled furs in the bar like they were an audience of adoring fans at his own personal concert.
Of All the Things pt 1
He responded as he took the next order that came from a mouse who just walked up to the bar.
White Hot
Cheek propped up on one palm, elbow on the bar her vision slowly scanned her horizon... but abruptly stopped when her gaze locked with that of the white-scaled dragon also reclining at the bar some thirty feet away.
A chance hunt.
Hugs and kisses, ~lash -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it was the normal dreary night expected in the city, a large wolfen male prowled about the bar with