She filled my glass again and stood across the table from me.

I filled her glass for the third time in as many minutes.

He filled his glass and held it high once more.

She rose from the table and filled her glass, then turned to face me.

After a while I reached over and filled my glass again.

She went into the kitchen, sat at the table and filled her glass.

The only communication between him and what filled his glass.

Finally, everything in hand, she filled their glasses and brought them through.

The man didn't look up as he filled his own glass slowly and carefully.

When it was set down on the table, he quickly filled their glasses.