the devil is not as black as he is painted
"Bottoms up then, sugar." The goddess cooed. The snake on her arm flowed into her palm, becoming a darkly frosted glass with an equally dark and smokey scented liquid inside. Something like whiskey perhaps, but far far stronger and robust. The other snake had dissolved as well into an identical glass, that Safrin held out, meaning for Adam to interlock his arm through hers so that they could drink while locked together.