Twice she was grasped by revelers who were little more than bashing bulls, and before she could fight them off, her face and neck, through the sheerness of her blouse, were covered with hot, wet, and beery kisses.
"Star-Dust A Story of an American Girl"
Fannie Hurst
Mrs. Peckover at that time kept a small beer-shop in Rosoman Street-small and unpretending in appearance, but through it there ran a beery Pactolus.
"The Nether World"
George Gissing
A beery nose was turned towards him, and the man dragged himself up and wiped his hands on his trousers.
"The Great Hunger"
Johan Bojer