Chapter 2: The One With the Hole In the Wall
"happy hour's over for you." \*\*\* after taking his place on the toilet (again), adam began to read whatever it was that adrienne had written since the last time he was in here. and there it was. in purple sharpie.
Engineering, Part 1
, it was not the one where i'd spent so many happy hours not too many years ago. it took me a little while to orient myself, and then to find the main library, and then the study tables where the students had agreed to meet me.
Rat Trap
Here it was, the happy hour and his last patron had left an entire hour ago. the only one inhabiting the shop was kevin himself. there was nothing for him to do. no dirty dishes, no tables to wipe and drinks to serve.
The Wunderland Express
The ringworld books, the man-kzin war series and others have provided me with many happy hours of reading. any conceptual mistakes are my own and i apologize to any nivenites out there in advance.
Take Five...
Chester savoi let out a small sigh as he checked his thin black wrist watch hoping that happy hour would hurry up and finish or at least die down slightly.
Hypnoaddicts Anonymous (Part I)
"then i'm afraid we can't go to the sponsored happy hour." each of them groaned in protest. "fine." adam said. "only for the booze. not for you." he stood up and stepped to the podium. "my name is adam, and i'm a recovering hypnoslut."
Mushrooms, Turtles and Pipes, Oh My! 18 - The Brawling Raptor
#18 of chronicles of finalgamer 18 - mushroom trouble comes to spoil happy hour, but when a guy like james is around, things tend to get a little ugly.
Comfort.
She waded through the city, leaving a trail of destruction upon her wake, sparing no buildings from her happy hour, drunk on her own power.
In-Flight Entertainment
"happy hour devolved into late night whiskey shots so gradually i hardly even noticed. you ever wake up to the alarm blaring and instantly realize you've made a horrible mistake?"
FPP Side Chapter: Slick Suspect
"well, fine as it can be during happy hour," said the bear, smiling ruefully. "this young man here," he gestured to the puma whom seemed not to know what was going on, "decided to pick a fight with somebody for being foxy's favorite."
Designated Driver
Chloe gave me directions to the beach, where we arrived just in time for happy hour. officially called the beachfront bar & grill, the place was done up like a tiki bar on some tropical island.
Flame Trees
Number two is the happy hour at one of two hotels. and settle in to play, 'do you remember so-and-so?" and number three is never say her name.