A couple of Rodney's messmates were lounging in front of a small fire outside their tent.

That night, under a full tropic moon, two couples lounged in comfortable chairs on the deck of the Naiad.

At this end of the room, a couple of Mafia guys are lounging around, the way they always do.

A couple of boys with weapons were lounging against a tree near Dinger, smoking cigarettes.

Light spilled from the tattoo parlor down the block; a couple of teenagers lounged in front, smoking.

Four couples lounged about the room drinking; slim, slick-haired Negro sheiks and girls with bare arms, sheer silk legs, plucked eyebrows.

Waiting my turn at the carry-out salad counter, I watched people go by, young couples laughing and talking and lounging at small tables.

Another couple lounged in a love seat across the room, the young man playing World of Warcraft while his date tried her skills at online basketball.

A couple of other guests lounged around nearby.

The colonel's hat, sword, and revolver lay between them, and a couple of his more trusty officers lounged gloomily against the table.