Naw. She goes down to the bar on Tuesdays.
Others were exposed to bar room fights, muggings, schooled in army combat or at least been the recipient of a bloody nose from a third grade bully.
She tossed the whiskey back and gulped it down, then slapped the glass on the bar before turning away.
It contained a sofa, two wing chairs, a queen size bed, a fully stocked wet bar, kitchenette, bathroom, wide screen TV, books, and magazines.
She threw the suit back on the bar, and glared at him.
As he pulled her out of the bar, her eyes wide with fear, the boyfriend tried to stop him.
There was this bar called Horton's on the Hill where we'd go on Saturday night.
Ed was okay, so long as he kept his belly away from the bar, Harold answered.
Instead she crossed to the full bar and traded the champagne for a triple shot of whiskey on the rocks.
Katie, you forgot your drink at the bar, Kris said, holding out the iced whiskey to her.
She didn't notice how far they'd gone until the blazing bar disappeared around a corner.
He moved closer and she skirted the breakfast bar until it was between them.
He started around the breakfast bar, and she kept pace with him on the opposite side.
Katie whipped around the breakfast bar, eyes roving the kitchen for the knife block or something with which to defend herself.
"Probably from the men's room wall at a local bar," Dean grumbled.
Corday tossed two dollars on the bar and rose without a word.
He considered stopping for a beer or two but realized bellying up to the bar was no solution to life's problems.
It consisted of a restaurant area, a large serpentine shaped bar and another room off to the side with two pool tables and a jukebox.
A bar stood in one corner and a buffet table in another.
Jackson didn't speak, just staggered to the bar and opened another bottle.
She insisted on meeting at a public place, so Jackson suggested a bar near Elisabeth's house.
Otto goes to every bar around that has trivia night and drinks for free.
The word "HOSTEL" was emblazoned across the side of what looked like a large red barn/bar in the center of the village.
As if sensing she was some poor tourist, he dropped her off at a youth hostel located above a bar already teeming with people.
The Irish rock blaring from the bar below was loud enough, and cigarette smoke already curled in through the window.
They made their way to a small group at one side of the bar and squeezed their way into a booth meant for four and already holding four.
Without speaking, he went to the bar, poured two drinks, set one down on the Rococo table in front of the sofa and sat in one of the wing chairs.
He would find a bar where gangs hung out and purposely pick a fight with the biggest, most obnoxious member.
He laid the suits across the bar and poured two drinks.
He sat at the bar, ordered a drink, then swiveled the stool for a better view.
There were a few couples at the bar, nothing interesting.
Jackson set up the bar and Connor played gopher for everyone.
They made their way to the back of the bar where the bartender stood as if waiting for a bus.
He nuzzled her neck with his nose, "You realize you set the bar pretty high for next year."
Jackson downed his drink, picked up his glass of blood, went to the bar and grabbed three bottles of scotch.
They chose a restaurant with a bar and music.
They sat at a table in the bar, and after a few minutes Sam complained, "What do we have to do to get a drink around here?"
He paced around the parking lot for a few minutes cursing the first woman to ever deny him, and then stormed back into the bar, grabbed the red head, forced her to look into his eyes and growled, "You will not scream."
Jackson took her home and influenced her to believe she had left the bar with him willingly and gone to the casino.
Jackson had chosen a restaurant with a bar area that had dancing.
He brushed by him on his way to the bar and snarled under his breath, "You better close that mouth before I shove my fist in it."
As they walked to the bar, he decided to make sure that the night they met wasn't just a fluke.