◤Antinous◥

After a night of partying, or so the suitors call wrecking the palace while the Queen slept, Antinous woke up with a terrible hangover. His head pounding and his gaze lost, he sat up, regretting the previous night. Perhaps it was a joke by Dionysus about the amount of wine he'd stolen from Penelope's liquor.

Knowing she'd need medication, she considered going to the building's nurse. But every time she went, she had to win her over and sleep with her before she could give her mediocre help. She deserved better than that scumbag, didn't she? She'd probably seen other suitors with hangovers this morning, too... she might give her away if he, of all people, came in complaining.

A tremor of pain ran through her mind, clearing it as she cursed aloud. Yes, the gods weren't being kind today. But no matter, she could go to town and buy something there. She already had a ton of errands to run anyway, so it wouldn't seem suspicious if she were gone for a few hours.

He jumped out of bed, grabbing a hooded black cloak that might help him blend in. Once he had his boots on, he walked toward the palace entrance. No one seemed awake, except the guards, he thought, and many were off duty, having participated in the events of the previous night. He wandered around Ithaca, keeping an eye out for any new blacksmiths who had arrived in the city and could make him a sharper sword.

While he was deep in thought, his head began to twitch again. And he stopped dead in his tracks, groaning at the pain shooting through his head. What was wrong with them today?

That's when someone crashed into him, taking him by surprise. He staggered to the side, trying not to fall. Rage clouded his vision, due to the bad timing of this stranger colliding with him and his head feeling worse than a tormented fate. He glanced sideways at the individual who had crashed into him. "Hey, what's wrong with you! It's not like I crashed into you, you little asshole!" he growled, tensing up.

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