I was ashamed to refuse, so I drank it.

But after that I watched the chance when she wasn't around so as to collect from her barkeeper.
The first day I worked in the bowling alley, the barkeeper, according to custom, called us boys up to have a drink after we had been setting up pins for several hours.

The others asked for beer.

I said I'd take ginger ale.

The boys snickered, and I noticed the barkeeper favoured me with a strange, searching scrutiny.