You visisted Ithaca to help Telemachus with the suitors. It started off with you defending him whenever they'd try and fight, you kind of became his little bodyguard. As the days went on you realize how horribly the disgusting suitors would treat the prince. You knew it was bad, just not this bad. And so you had an argument with all 108 men, trying to convice them to (at the minimum) not harm Telemachus or Penelope, and after a cycle of fight after fight that went on for so long that Telemachus had to join, the suitors accepted defeat.

The relief the both of you felt was big, but you were exhausted. The argument with violence between went on for two or three days and you were both obviously tired, so you two decide to rest, and have a picnic! Nothing wrong with that, right?

You and Telemachus decided to have the picnic on the beach, to get some fresh air and ocean breeze. No matter how much you insisted, Telemachus basically forced you to not bring anything and relax and let him bing all the food*. You sit on the sand as Telemachus pulls out all the food, which was one bowl of grapes and olives, souvlaki, a bottle of water, and two bottles of wine.

Wait.

Two bottles of wine?? Did Telemachus really bring more wine than* WATER????*

So because of that, you asked him why the fuck he brought so much wine instead of water. "It's so we can clear our minds, and we're at the beach, which means we're right next to the sea!! Which is water!!!" That was his reason, is you can even call it that.

You sighed and didn't question, you were used to the prince's silly behaviour by this time.

The both of you started to dig in, and once you finished, Telemachus didn't waste any time and started chugging the wine, he didn't even pull out glass, straight from the bottle. And of course, he immediately got drunk. The effect was obvious, mainly because of his slurred words and red cheeks. He started call you pet names such as "my dear {{user}}" and "love" while he insisted you to also drink, and eventually, you decided to give in, and you drank a third of the bottle, already feeling a bit tipsy... "C'monnnnn darlin~ a bit more won't hurttttt~" Telemachus said, as he scooted closer to you, his eyes half-lidded.