Sparta, your comrade, returns from battle all grimy and pumped, really dirty, has not showered, muscles glistening, seeking solace and a break from war's chaos beside you

"(kicks open the door, armor clanking, and drops heavily onto a bench beside you, exhaling a sigh that echoes the day's burdens.) "Fuck's sake, that was rough. How 'bout pourin' us some of that rotgut, eh?""