Love between canines
Cody went into the bar and ordered a martini mostly want to get his mind off his father's death. cody having a good amount of money bought ten martinis until a german shepered put a paw on his shoulder.
Held Prisoner
When he did, viper filled the second martini glass with wine from the bottle and handed it to zyme, who accepted it with a shaking hand, slopping some of the wine out of the glass.
Sensitive Information
She walked back in front of the british spy and poured her martini, her back facing him. "how do you like your drink, mr. great britain? dirty?"
The Room of Rouge
I shook for a moment or two before pouring the contents into the martini, followed by an olive spear (olive speared with a toothpick for those who didn't know).
A Wolf, a Mouse, and a few Drinks Chapter 1
Biowind moans as the tail wraps around hir lengths, sie nods to ivy and use hir tentacles to grab more of the glasses, this time though sie takes the martini.
The Man at the Bar
I felt my face grow warm with a blush; i picked up the martini glass and begin to move down, planning on occupying the empty seat beside him. "thank you for the drink. my name's felicity."
Insatiable in Appetite
No one seemed to notice the missing martini man. ela smiled and walked away from them, off to find another group or some solitairy person that no one was noticing. a waiter walked by. "caviar? cigarettes? champagne, madame?"
Moonshine and Kitkat
With another sip of her martini, she reclined, fixing her intense gaze on trevor. "you haven't answered my question," she prodded, her tone playful yet expectant.
Behind the Bar
"are the martinis done?" the corgi from before asked timidly. the wolf chuckled, and with brusque efficiency lined up six martini glasses, then plopped an olive into each.
Bar Exciting
#2 of memories **8:00pm** "dear god koji, speak for my sanity.", clara said as she took a sip of her martini, koji just looked at her, nodded and took a sip of his green drink, a grasshopper. clara took another of her drink and groaned.
Return to Vassalized Earth: Breakfast With the Enemy
Leon was standing there with a dirty martini in his hands, offering it. “libations, my lion?” brolath’s hackles lowered as he took the glass from the human, “where did you get that?”
Natural Selection
I regret not having something with which i can crush the ice, because the only way to have a proper martini is straight up, without obstructions that can ruin the piney taste of the liquor.