He drank hot tea from a glass.
She ate the meat and drank some of the cool water.
She drank herself blotto because her husband is a shithead.
His body drank her healing power.
Actually, someone had spiked her punch and he drank it.
I made it to the circle park at the head of Main Street and drank in the sunshine on a park bench.
Sofia drank another glass of water and forced her attention to her list.
No child ever drank deeper of the cup of bitterness than I did.
There they each drank a glass of Fat Tire Ale.
Pete drank the rest of his coffee and handed the cup to Cassie.
She finished her sandwich and drank some coffee, shoving the thought to the deepest recesses of her mind.
She opened her mouth and drank from him, timidly at first then hungrily.
Deidre drank the rest of her tea but had lost her appetite.
She drank the caramel liquid too fast and was soon too dizzy to stand.
"He drank her blood," Rhyn said.
She drank more, forcing herself to swallow it.
Both drank their coffee black and although both took a doughnut, Mrs. Byrne simply picked at hers, lifting the tiniest of crumbs with dampened fingertips.
He was one of those guys who drank beer all night, smoked Camels and never practiced while I broke my butt and sat on the bench.
I told them that I drank at the pond, and pointed thither, offering to lend them a dipper.
His body drank what healing she had to give.
What pleasure would it bring if he drank from her while making love to her?
She drank straight from the bottle as she moved around the room, gathering and piling clothing into a small suitcase.
One handed her a water canteen, and she drank long and deep, not stopping even when another took her arm and pulled her forward.
Cynthia leaned her head back, closed her eyes and drank in the scene.
Then they sneezed and shook the cold water from their waddles and drank again.
She just drank a lot of vodka.
He had soaked hemlock leaves in water and drank it, and thought that was better than water in warm weather.
Pierre drank one glass after another, looking from under his brows at the tipsy guests who were again crowding round the window, and listening to their chatter.
However much he drank, he never lost his clearheadedness.
She closed her eyes, body on fire as she drank from him while imagining what his mouth could do to the rest of her body.
She drank heavily and opened her eyes, surprised to see his eyes open and the gold swirling within them.
She drank, and he lowered his wrist to her lips.
Though she wasn't hungry, she drank, exploring the black curtain shielding his memories as she did.
The images he placed in her mind were of her arching beneath him, crying out his name, while he drank from her.
He alternately let her feed just enough to drive her mad then drank from her, while he commanded her body relentlessly.
Darkyn drank more from her than before, leaving her lightheaded.
Jennifer gasped at the sight and stood, hands on the roll bar, and drank in the works of nature's paintbrush.
Deidre drank it down, hissing at the burn of the harsh liquid.
Daniela refilled the glass without asking, and Deidre drank more.
Deidre drank more of the brandy, until it stopped burning her throat, and the world grew a little less sharp around the edges.
Deidre drank her coffee in silence, feeling Wynn's gaze and unwilling to look at him after almost admitting to the plan.
She sat in the oversized armchair, curling her legs beneath her as she drank her wine.
He drank for a long minute then threw his head back, roaring with pleasure.
He drank longer than he had before and withdrew at last with a satisfied growl.
She drank more brandy, a familiar sense of panic deep in her chest.
He drank long, until she was swaying and leaning against him.
He drank deep and long until she began to grow woozy.
Kiera had nodded as was expected while wondering what the hell Evelyn drank to make all this seem reasonable.
She wanted to know if men were shooting in the sky when she felt the thunder, and if the trees and flowers drank all the rain.
Successive nations perchance have drank at, admired, and fathomed it, and passed away, and still its water is green and pellucid as ever.
I was surprised to see how thirsty the bricks were which drank up all the moisture in my plaster before I had smoothed it, and how many pailfuls of water it takes to christen a new hearth.
At the ladies' end an even chatter of voices was heard all the time, at the men's end the voices sounded louder and louder, especially that of the colonel of hussars who, growing more and more flushed, ate and drank so much that the count held him up as a pattern to the other guests.
Of the four crystal glasses engraved with the count's monogram that stood before his plate, Pierre held out one at random and drank with enjoyment, gazing with ever- increasing amiability at the other guests.
On receiving Boris' letter he rode with a fellow officer to Olmutz, dined there, drank a bottle of wine, and then set off alone to the Guards' camp to find his old playmate.
As usual, he ate and drank much, and eagerly.
Pierre, with downcast eyes, drank out of his glass without looking at Dolokhov or answering him.
One morning, between seven and eight, returning after a sleepless night, he sent for embers, changed his rain-soaked underclothes, said his prayers, drank tea, got warm, then tidied up the things on the table and in his own corner, and, his face glowing from exposure to the wind and with nothing on but his shirt, lay down on his back, putting his arms under his head.
Nicholas ate and drank (chiefly the latter) in silence.
I ate and drank moderately and after dinner copied out some passages for the Brothers.
He ceased keeping a diary, avoided the company of the Brothers, began going to the club again, drank a great deal, and came once more in touch with the bachelor sets, leading such a life that the Countess Helene thought it necessary to speak severely to him about it.
He frequented every kind of society, drank much, bought pictures, engaged in building, and above all--read.
Though the doctors warned him that with his corpulence wine was dangerous for him, he drank a great deal.
He had never missed a carousal at Danilov's or other Moscow revelers', drank whole nights through, outvying everyone else, and was at all the balls and parties of the best society.
After refusing it for manners' sake, he drank it and wiped his mouth with a red silk handkerchief he took out of his cap.
He drank reluctantly, tried to remain alone, and kept turning something over in his mind.
Pierre still went into society, drank as much and led the same idle and dissipated life, because besides the hours he spent at the Rostovs' there were other hours he had to spend somehow, and the habits and acquaintances he had made in Moscow formed a current that bore him along irresistibly.
The unaccustomed coarse food, the vodka he drank during those days, the absence of wine and cigars, his dirty unchanged linen, two almost sleepless nights passed on a short sofa without bedding--all this kept him in a state of excitement bordering on insanity.
He drank it eagerly, looking with feverish eyes at the door in front of him as if trying to understand and remember something.
She ate, drank, slept, or kept awake, but did not live.
They knelt and drank from the cool spring.
She drank the cool fruit punch, grateful as it chilled her parched throat.
He didn't understand the ins and outs of their blood bond, but he knew how much she rocked his world when she drank from him earlier.
She drank until full.
As she drank, she replayed Damian's memories over and over.
Deidre drank until she grew sleepy.
Connor had not drank this much since his undergrad days and really felt like shit.
Her eyes filled with wonder, and her artist's mind drank in the details of the scene.
A case sat by the door and he drank from a bottle.
Jackson drank deeply and enjoyed his venom coursing through Elisabeth, eliciting wave after wave of euphoria.
He drank in the sights and sounds of the bucolic world around him and for the first time in days felt relaxed.
Dean despised gin even when properly mixed but forced a smile as he drank it straight and warm.
I don't mind if you have more than one, but now that we're married, I don't intend to be as much a gentleman as the last time you drank manhattans.
"To us," he said and they both drank to their future.
When they passed through a village they all rushed to the wells and fought for the water and drank it down to the mud.
Dude, I really think it would help if you drank that scotch.