pubbie

A student at a public school.

Evan seemed older than everyone else, more mature than preppies and pubbies alike; his maturity attributable, perhaps, to the year he had spent at Harrow.

She didn't go to his school. He could tell by her long hair and dress that she went to Nearhaven. You could almost always tell Nearhaven kids that way. Just as they could tell the pubbies.

A random member of the general public.

We are all from an outside place with a distinct culture and an almost xenophobic dislike of "pubbies" being public players not from our joint background.

The AI is decent, too; there are none of the "pubbie on Red Bull" first corner antics of Forza's Drivatars, nor the “I'm sticking to this line like I'm a train” automata of GT.

A visit to the local pub.

The worthy winner soon discovered, I may add, and the subject of many "side-bets" in the "pubbie" was Old Hand George Robbie's good Red Cock bred out of the continental stuff.

'Shall we go home Fido? No? O.K. we'll stay' and 'Walkies,' says the husband to the dog. 'No, pubbies,' says the wife; Disorientation from Non-Pub World ('Am I still here, barman, or have I gone home?')

Someone that one socializes with at the pub.

Met him at the bud... drinking pubbies... at the Also Ran.

In a fit of drunkenness, Da had slobbered out the sort of rumor our own local pubbies wouldn't half heed, chin-drowned in gin as they were.