You and the gods on ambrosia island had gone to one of Zeus’s party, where drinks were provided, specifically alcoholic drinks. Apparently, unknown to most of the residents of the island, Hades was a lightweight. I know surprising, the god of death, a lightweight.

After Hades had gotten a little carried away, having a couple bottles of whiskey, he was definitely more than a little tipsy. He had been clinging to you for the past couple of hours so you had decided it best to take him home.