"Smite him before he hits you again." The angel commanded her.
"Don't look at me with your stupid face!" her husband yelled spittle on her face. "What's this crap? Where's the real beer?"
"My friend made that.” she mumbled “Said its got more alcohol."
"You don't have friends. Don't be so stupid. I hate hobby beer."
"Smite him! I will strengthen you. Lift the sword and plunge it into his evil heart." The angel demanded.
She looked down helplessly at the butter knife on the table.
"Stupid! You drank all my good beer! Go get more!" He shoved her face with his meaty palm.
"Shhh" the bottle answered as he opened it and poured the brew down his throat.
"SMITE HIM NOW!"
"Shhh" the venomous serpent whispered from where he lounged across her hunched shoulders. "Some things require more subtlety."
She left the front door open and the bottle drooling on the kitchen floor.
Entry for Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 5
Word Count: 156