He paused to take a deep breath and then a long swallow of black cherry soda.

He plucked a fresh bottle of black cherry soda from the office refrigerator and used it to wash down another cookie.

"Uh, get me a ninety-nine and a black cherry soda."

Corned beef and a black cherry soda.

Somewhere down inside his left fist was a glass containing something that looked like, but was not, cherry soda.

More than that and the drink tastes like cherry soda.

Barely visible in his left fist was a tall glass containing what looked like, but was not, cherry soda.

He slurped off the rest of his Dr. Brown's black cherry soda as if to drive home his point.

And sitting at the table was a monster in semi-human form, his great hairy hand wrapped around a tall glass holding what looked like cherry soda.

Mr. Mason's other floats are more conventional, like almond ice cream in cherry soda.