Bar

She threw the dart like a hunter threw a javelin. It hit the mark right in the shoulder, brought it down clean, 50 points.

He drank his beer like he'd found the true oasis, memories of those other lying wisps banished from thought. He'd been sent to stock up for his village, but figured he'd fill his own fill from the source first.

They danced to the jukebox like only the moon was watching, sending a soft accompaniment of waves to add to the harmony.

The lights flashed on like they'd just woken up late, the realities of the already-begun day whipping to attention in front of them as they fought to shake off their slumberous stupor.

They were walked out like royalty being marched through crowded city streets, held gingerly but moved forward with haste, lest the wallpaper reach out to accost them.
Shorten the stanzas and we got some Hendrix lyrics here.
2021-09-29 22:10:31
What's up with regular people wanting to get their fill? Eating their fill? Drinking their fill? Lol everybody trying to stuff themselves like there's no tomorrow.
2021-09-30 02:18:27
doesn't it behoove the village for the one sent out to fill themselves up at the source, so they don't have to be a strain on the village resources?
2021-09-30 19:50:23