I hate cocktail parties.

Serve in cocktail glasses, garnishing each glass with a Maraschino cherry.

When it's cocktail time in Cuba.

By cocktail hour he had cleaned his room and stashed his belongings in a footlocker and a duffel bag.

Cocktail digest.

Sobrina, the chief wit of our party, who would eat sour-sop, sapodilla, orange, banana, cocoa-nut, and sugar-cane at Nassau, and who has lived upon toddy of twenty-cocktail power ever since,even she is seen, clothed and in her right mind, sitting at the feet of the prophet she loves, and going through the shawl-and-umbrella exercise.

Cocktail shrimp, waiting in the cooler, out of sight from the grill.

She got the cocktail habit and a week or so ago I paid her fine for getting pinched while intoxicated.