A broken bottle lay in a pool of sizzling oil.

An empty bottle lay on the floor a couple feet away.

An empty bottle lay in plain sight between two boxes.

Beside him lay two empty bottles of the Irish.

A bottle, two glasses, and a mutilated jack of spades lay between them.

A bottle of whisky lay half empty on the table beside him.

A bottle of green glass lay broken in the place where Glyneth had seized and thrown it.

Jars, cans and bottles lay about on the units.

In a few seconds the bottle lay before him.

Like his cap, his bottle of drink lay forgotten in the car.