This wasn't a bottle of Everclear, this was about a hundred times more potent. There was still a few swishes left in the bottom of the glass but Dionysus would find more than one way to hit him while he was down. Theseus hadn't even been thinking about that. He stared down at the little red-violet liquid in his glass, "That's going to hurt later..." Olympians and their concoctions were intense. Maybe being one of Poseidon's would give him an upper hand---but not by much.
He flopped face down in his arms feeling a tad queasy before he felt good. He turned his face sideways to look at her. Her words were like a shock blanket, it worked for now along with the alcohol. He finally sat upright again with a slapstick grin. His words were a little more serious than the look on his face---and eventually the smile dropped. "I suck at this whole connecting with people thing," he motioned between them. There was still an invisible ball of yarn that linked them if even just in story alone. "Now I'm stuck in a mess and I want to bolt." Sticking around wasn't his thing. For some reason he was contemplating putting an anchor to his ship just for his granddaughter. Poseidon might like to beat his children into submission, but he'd crossed the line this time. Zoe wasn't Poseidon's, she was Theseus', and since he'd met her he'd landed himself with a role he hadn't banked on having. He'd looked at her like a daughter. Like he owed it to the woman he left just because unlike his other estranged wives and kids he'd taken the time to get to know her.