At night he comes to you with food and drink.

Many of the men in the large room were already far gone with drink.

He took one look at me and came back with a drink.

If nothing else, at least he could provide me with a drink.

He met me at the door with a drink in his hand.

In early 1990 you started again, just a little, always with a drink.

Then we all sat down around the fire with a drink.

I turned to Father, who stood looking through me with a drink in his hand.

We were sitting at the table with food and drink, but not a lot of it.

The three of them sat with their drinks, for a time.