Banquette

Stoned, she would traipse in, overtly sexual in last night's dress, and throw herself exhausted across the banquette.

My brother-in-law […] took refuge in the banquette.

The boys were dragging along the banquette a small “express wagon,” which they had filled with blocks and sticks.

“Get the hell away from that stove, Charmaine, and go play out on the banquette before I bust you right in the mouth.”