I sighed and set the juice glass down in the sink.

He held the juice glass in his hands, and looked down into the orange pool.

She sat back, her hands still wrapped around the orange juice glass.

The juice glass felt strange against my fat, brown lips.

A single red rose sat in a clear vase near the juice glass.

Looking around, he saw Lotta's juice glass, still half full.

She walked over to sit beside him, her juice glass in hand.

She drained the wine from her juice glass and looked across at him.

In her testimony, the woman described it as an orange juice glass.

It was just a joke, but she checked her juice glass to make sure.