Lisa was waiting on the terrace, a beer mug in hand.
Smoke set the beer mug down and straightened in his chair.
It was the one who'd raised his beer mug to him, earlier.
The hard case glowered above the rim of his beer mug.
This lot wouldn't recognize culture if they found it peering back at them out of a beer mug.
Mac stood beside her table, beer mug in his hand.
Now and then he drank from a beer mug decorated with painted fish.
He took a step backward and set a beer mug rocking.
The Titanide behind him brought the empty beer mug down on the top of his head.
Some of the others banged their beer mugs on the table.
His beer glass came down hard on the table.
Peter asked, setting the beer glass on the bar in front of his customer.
The third regular banged his beer glass on the table.
He drained his beer glass and sat it down on the table.
She contemplated the empty beer glass in front of her.
The bartender felt George's used beer glass slipping from his hand.
She could have put anything in that beer glass of his.
There are differences in the names of beer glasses from one area to another.
He was looking at life through the bottom of a beer glass.