The look on his face, those dark eyes over the champagne glass.
He was playing with a champagne glass and listening to.
She held a champagne glass but did not seem to be drinking from it.
All around me in the car, I heard people setting down their champagne glasses.
Suddenly she stood up, tapping the side of her champagne glass.
Quite what they made of us - Champagne glasses in hand - was anyone's guess.
Most of the men stared down into their champagne glasses.
When we came in, he took a small sip from his champagne glass and put it back on the end table near him.
Seven of them, including the most and least expensive, met the criteria for a good Champagne glass.
A black hand with a long champagne glass at the very end of its fingertips came up over the bar.
She was left alone in the middle of the room, holding a full champagne flute.
Place sugar in the bottom of a 7-ounce Champagne flute.
I picked up the champagne flute and took it back to the bar.
She put the champagne flute down and sank back into the water.
As I ran, one of the patrons raised his champagne flute in my direction.
She held a tray of champagne flutes ready to be filled.
She held up her champagne flute and was about to toss the contents in his face.
By squinting, I could make out a group of people standing to one side, all holding champagne flutes.
Jack came over, snagging a couple of champagne flutes on the way.
She studied him over the rim of her champagne flute, and went with impulse.