Stories tagged “pub”
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On the Subject of the Morning After
“No,” said Seb. “There’s much more to life than just sleeping around.” “You’re right,” Mark replied, smiling. “There’s sneaking out before they wake up again.” He took a sip of his pint....
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I Doth Bestow A Wee Bit of Competition (Milkshake Challenge)
The Clopping Goat was busier than usual this late morn. Villagers roamed around outside waiting to get a table. My pub was emptied and I was quite furious. I stomped over and lurked outside the back alley of the establishment. An aproned woman elbowed ...
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Drunken Clarity
“As a kid we’re told about God and how He made the world, which was nice of Him, considering. I mean, He probably had other things He could’ve been getting on with. Kitchen shelves to put up, or something. But instead He makes the Ear...
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Drink Responsibly
Seb breathed his coffee in deeply, smiling. Conversely, Mark was eying his coffee with a degree of suspicion and disgust. In all fairness Mark had said he wasn’t into coffee, but Seb had grown tired of their pub conversations. He felt that as the...
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Death Nicks A Wee
“I hears this knock on me door,” said O’Connell to our rapt attention. “And when I opens it I find meself face to face with ther Grim Reaper in person on me stoop.” He knocked back a quaff and brushed the foam from his fac...
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The Boyfriend Scenario
Mark had often described women as “stunners” but this was the first time he had actually been stunned into silence by an attractive woman. She sat across the pub, drinking very little and looking beautiful. In fact he’d been so transf...
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A Post Dinner Crisis
I sighed and used the last chip to mop up some of the tuna that had fallen out of my sandwich. Satisfied, my stomach having forgiven me, I paid my tab and dragged myself to the pub’s door. Three woman of varying degrees of ugly appeared before me...
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Bruised Jaw and a Hangover
I took a sip of the drink sitting before me, not quite sure what it was, not quite sure if I had ordered it. After a few slow blinks, I assured myself that I had drunken enough. Not that I wasn’t thinking clearly or anything, it was just taking m...
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The Land Beyond the Forest
The windows of the building were broken and boarded up. Entropy and decay were slowly eating the walls, breaking the roof tiles, rusting the gutters. “An abandoned pub?” “You expected a cave full of bats? A mauseleum, perhaps?” ...