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jo,

open starter.

location. open.

“Son of a- …Please don’t do this to me.” Josephine groaned in frustration as she tried the lighter once again. Flick. Nothing. Not even a spark. Her joint hung between her lips, ready to be lit, and her nerves were already shaky, at best. It wasn’t anything in particular. Nothing real anyway. Arianna was happy, her bills were paid, and for once she had some time to sit back and enjoy herself outside her house without the noise of life to bother her. Honestly, the problems were in her head, engrained in her memory like a tick on a dog. Flashes of fear, nothing concrete, and nothing she could hold on to. It just left her on edge. It was times like these that she needed a god damn smoke, but for some reason the universe was denying her the chance. That, and her habit of smoking as soon as she got off work. That probably didn’t help her lighter situation.

Pulling the joint from her lips, she turned her eyes to the person nearest her and gestured to them. “Hey, do you have a light?” She asked, tapping her lighter with her thumb as it hung loosely in her fingers. “…Please?”

hector spends a lot of his personal time roaming around, looking at things and starting conversations, because he believes it’s the only true form of entertainment. music, tv, movies, books or whatever, they rarely hold his attention. maybe it’s because he can’t interact with them like he can people, or really, he can’t play with them. he’s eternally bored, and the only way (besides drugs) to numb it is to be constantly moving, constantly talking. poking and prodding. what else is there to do? so he’s walking again, though he’s sure he’s seen all that charming’s had to offer multiple times by now, but he hasn’t felt the itch to leave town yet. maybe soon he’ll take a trip back to las vegas, but reno’s still too touchy. no, he’ll stay in charming for now.

opportunity knocks, or rather talks. as he’s passing her by, she suddenly speaks and his head immediately snaps to her, registering her question. “oh sure,” hector says, as he’s never without a lighter. it’s necessary to survival. digging into his pocket, he holds it out to her, then lifts his hand back. “...if you share.”

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location : rendezvous club / with : @archffairfax​

how long has hector been here? not just in the club, but charming itself. he honestly doesn’t know, because hector doesn’t operate in normal time like everyone else, but he’s also high off his ass. normally more of a fan of hard drugs, all he could find was weed in his trashed motel room, so it has to do until he can find someone else to supply his habit—be it given to him or stolen by him, drugs are better when they’re free! not that he’s one to complain, high is high in most cases, but some highs are better, and he knows the wolves (or whatever they’re called) deal them. that’s why he spends a lot of time in the club, but he also just enjoys drinking and dancing and getting into fights. it’s the only place in charming that seems to have life. currently he’s sitting on one of the couches, blinking tiredly; weed really isn’t the best for being in a trendy club, but he’s got to make do with what he’s got, and he’d rather be lazy than sober. when someone sits down next to him, hector keeps quiet for only a moment before he’s turning his head and looking them straight in the eyes, scooting closer to them on the seat, “i’m gonna be honest here. i want fucking ketamine, do you have any?”

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location : la luna’s or hoopers! up 2 u, baby boo. / with : @kincaidpd​

hector’s never been the type to stand still, which is quickly becoming obvious to the staff of any establishment that sells alcohol in charming. constantly he’s getting up from his chair, walking around, bothering people, playing the absolute worst songs he can find on the jukebox, and going to the bathroom to snort some more coke. it’s only a matter of time before he gets kicked out for the night, then banned permanently, but hector has his ways. he makes friends with the right (read: wrong) kind of people, and he’s short enough that he can blend into crowds easily. people can clown on him for only being 5′8″ all they want, it has its advantages! one disadvantage? hard to get the bartender’s attention, and it does not at all occur to him that the bartender is purposefully ignoring him. putting the toes of his ratty sneakers up on bottom of the bar, he leans his arms against the bar top and puts all of his weight against it. his head sticks out, almost leaning halfway over the bar itself, but the bartender still won’t look at him. settling back on his feet, he looks to the woman next to him and grimaces. “they always this unfriendly ‘round these parts?” he asks, sounding quite small town oklahoman for someone that hasn’t been home in five years.

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Paul Newman in Sweet Bird of Youth (1962)

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charming & incorrect quotes : my name is earl.

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☎

NAME:

now hector’s the type to never have people in his phone (when he bothers to have one) under their real names, usually they’re descriptive since he remembers faces better than names. while he does remember her name, he still has her under a different name called ‘Cop sugar mama #1′ 

RINGTONE:

hector doesn’t bother with ringtones, especially because he barely has the same phone on him for more than a few weeks. often he just steals phones lmao, uses them for a bit, then wipes them clean to sell on craigslist. we love a thrifty ho! if he did think to set one, it’d probably be Hand on the Pump by Cypress Hill

PICTURE:

hector, unlike the rest of my kids, LOVES to take pictures! his contact photo is one of jordan looking foxy but also irritated with his shit

LAST TEXT RECEIVED:

[ received at 09:34pm ] Hillers? Do you mean hoopers? [ received at 09:42pm ] I do have a job, you know. [ received at 09:51pm ] You stole Carly’s lotion?? [ received at 10:04pm ] Just stay there, I’ll be there soon

LAST TEXT SENT:

[ sent at 09:23pm ] hey can you pick me up outside hillers? they kicked me out and i don’t have money for a cab. i’ll send you nudes. i’m a lonely little boy int he mddle of nowhere and i could die out here. i think i see a coyote just over yonder [ sent at 09:37pm ] girl i don’t know, the fuck is a hoopers anyway. hoopers boopers loopers snoopers ne wayz can youuuuuuu? [ sent at 09:45pm ] r u mad at me because i slept on ur couch and then left in the middle of the night and stole ur roomate’s lotion. mami i can change!!!!! i can CHANGE!! [ sent at 10:01pm ] I HAVE DRY SKIN OKAY. can u pick me up or not foxxxxy  [ sent at 10:09pm ] ugh you’re the fuckin bestsstttttt. marry me right now baby let’s go to fuckin VEGASSSSS

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

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dahlia,

    there were certain things that you couldn’t escape when working at a bar. fights were one of them and once in a while they broke out at la luna. after all the drinks were flowing and some idiot would say the wrong thing. plus egos were just a trip when it came down to it. dahlia was used to breaking them up. she had been bringing a table a pitcher of bud when some idiot had tried to grab at her. one of the guys at the table had opted to defend her honor. the next thing that she knew fists were being thrown and she was reaching to push her way between them,“ what the fuck? this isn’t a big deal!” honestly she didn’t get it but she was perfectly okay with that,“ come on rocky, go cool off and i’ll buy you a beer.” it was clearly going to be a very long night and she was not in the mood for it. @charmingstarter​

hector wasn’t so much as defending her honor as he was looking for a fight. he likes getting into fights, being punched is basically foreplay for him, but most people that he gets into fights with don’t know that. if they did, they probably wouldn’t engage, and that’s exactly what hector needs to survive. clothing, food, water, a place to sleep? all behind the need for attention in the most extreme way. the crack of his own jaw is a familiar sound, blood already seeping out of his nose. he can feel the bartender step between them, but whatever she’s saying is completely ignored. he steps away from her grip, egging his assailant on with a deranged smile, “you gonna apologize to her, pussy?” hector says, simply for the ‘defending her honor’ act and to gain another hit. it works, the larger man screams something that hector doesn’t get to hear before he’s been punched again, head throwing back and his knees buckling. he falls to the floor, his bloodied face pressed against it. 

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tatiana‌,

Location: Any Bar in Town, Night Two ! Status: Open ! @charmingstarter​

She wasn’t even closely dressed in what was probably considered disco-themed — not in a pair of skinny jeans and her favorite pair of Vans, that’s for damn sure. Still, though, give her points for trying: her shirt was completely sans hair-dye stains which wasn’t easy in a town full of bleach blondes & a surprisingly large amount of blue-haired folks. The only thing she wanted now was a drink, preferably a beer but hey, if she happened across a stray shot of Jack, who was she to deny it, ya know? However, as she tried to flag down a bartender in the crowded bar, her patience for one was wearing thin. After being ignored once again, she groaned. “Whose dick do I gotta suck to get a drink, Jesus!”

hector’s been haunting the corners of the founding days fair (or whatever it was called, he didn’t particularly care) since it began, mainly because he didn’t have anything better to do. there were other reasons, too. big crowds lends itself to easy pickpocketing, access to food that people generally weren’t paying attention to closely so he could quickly swipe shit off of stalls and eat it as he walked further down the street, and at night, it seemed everyone drifted towards the bars to drink. and hopefully for hector, get high. god, he needed to find a good connection in town. sure, small towns have drugs just like any big city, but they’re not big city quality. still, they get you high, and that’s all hector wants. apparently not as much as this lady next to him wants a drink, though. hector snorts lightly, smirk hidden behind his beer, “you’re welcome to suck mine, but that won’t get you his attention.” his face scrunches in thought, “or maybe it would?”

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cliff,

Location: Rendezvous, Day 3

With: Anyone!

@charmingstarter​

“Let’s turn the fuck up!” Cliff said, obviously hyped as he was surrounded by his brothers and sisters, the music already making him bop his head to it, and though they were in enemy territory, the last thing that was on his mind was to start a fight. After all, this was a celebration and he’d be treating it as such. He practically ran towards the bar, securing himself a spot on the benches and had somehow gotten himself roped in with a couple of people who were already drunk. Pretty expected, since the bar was lined with their finished shots. “Fuck it. I’ll take the shot if you will,” Cliff said, turning towards the person next to him and without even waiting for their reply, he downed the shot rather quickly. “Thank fuck for Charming celebrating her birthday, right? Pretty sure the entire town needed this,” Cliff said with a laugh as he turned his attention back to the person beside him.

hector didn’t really get all of this celebration shit. well, no, that’s not entirely true. if there’s anything that hector understands, it’s getting so fucking high and drunk that he can’t see in front of him, but he doesn’t get the reason for the celebration. hector’s never felt proud of the city he came from, in fact he escaped tulsa at his earliest convenience, and he never really sticks around anywhere long enough to develop any sort of attachment. so, charming being a place to celebrate, that’s just absurd to him. getting drunk? that makes the most sense in the world. finding his way to rendezvous simply because that’s where everyone went after that barbecue, hector wasn’t previously aware of there being an actual nightclub in charming. (maybe there was something to celebrate, after all!) finding his way to the bar, he’s ready to ingratiate himself into a small group of friends in order to score some free drinks (and hopefully some drugs), the drunker, the easier. sitting down at a bench, it doesn’t even take a second before a shot is being placed in front of him and a man is talking to him. “fuck, don’t gotta ask me twice!” hector takes the shotglass and tips his head back, alcohol slipping easily down his throat—hector never cares what kind it is, as long as it gets him fucked up; personal safety always comes second to inebriation. placing it down hard against the bartop, his brows quirk at the man’s next statement. “guess so.” he replies perfunctorily, eyeing the room before glancing back to the man. “is this the only way people celebrate here?” his brows raise again, this time suggestively. he means cocaine, but if the man takes it as sexually, fuck, hector’s up for that, too.

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aurora,

It was a clear day out in Charming and one of Aurora’s favorite things to do when she wasn’t working or looking after her younger siblings was enjoying the nice weather and taking leisurely strolls around town. There was something about getting fresh air and being by herself that calm her everyday anxieties, letting her mind calm down even just for a bit. 

She was walking by one of the local cafes in downtown when she observed the boy eating off someone’s plate. She stopped in her tracks, trying to decide if she should just keep on walking or make a comment. “Dude, do you need like a few bucks to get yourself something to eat or whatever?” she asked him.

hector’s lived without a bank account his whole life, his wallet is only filled with stolen cards or bills, and the driver’s license in there is fake because he lost his real one years ago; the only reason he has it at all is because of an older woman he was staying with back in denver forced him to get one (despite the fact he’s been driving illegally since he was fourteen), and his ged, if he was going to stay with her. that only lasted about another month before she kicked him out and her efforts went to waste. hector actually does have money in that useless wallet, but he knows how to ration it out. spending money on things like food? preposterous, that’s for drugs!

swallowing hastily, it’s better not to waste time when stealing off of discarded plates, he nods at the girl. “well, if you have any money to spare...” hector sounds especially pitiful saying that, though his disheveled appearance, and well, the fact that he’s eating scraps, is already pretty pitiful. “i wouldn’t want to put you out.”

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Human Fly // The Cramps

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dahlia,

 all dahlia wanted when she first woke was a cup of coffee. that was literally the only thing that she was thinking of. her shift the previous night had been long. she was still feeling it and sleep was in short supply. then again she didn’t often sleep more than a few hours at most at a time. she had made a beeline to her kitchen only to realize that she did not have any coffee beans in her house. a groan escaped from her as she resisted the urge to bash her head against the cupboard. instead she headed to her bedroom in order to put an actual clothes. after scrambling to sort through her tips, she shoved the cash into the pocket of her oversized sweater. instead of hopping in the car she was walking to the corner cafe. it wasn’t exactly that far from where she lived.

she was more than happy the second she ordered herself a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee. she found herself sitting at one of the tables and going to add a crapload of sugar to her coffee. nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary from what she could tell. at least that was what she thought up until her gaze landed on a guy who looked a bit younger than her. he was leaning against one of the tables near the bathroom. already she knew something was up. she was tilting her head when she realized exactly what he was doing.

“it’s not like you should,” she said slowly,“ um, do you want this?” she motioned towards her plate since she hadn’t even touched her own food,“ i mean, it isn’t half eaten and i really just wanted coffee.”

hector’s attempt to be casual is clearly anything other than that, but hector’s never given much thought to optics when it’s not crucial. when he’s not actively trying to swindle people, play the sweet, down on his luck street kid bit, he’s nothing more than his actual self; no depth, everything on the surface. even when he is playing the game, he can’t do it for long, because at the end of the day, hector likes who he is. the girl he singled out doesn’t seem very judgmental, mostly curious, but hector plays offense and defense equally. it’s not exactly a surprise when she offers him her food, there’s usually only three outcomes when he’s caught eating refuse: they give him some food or money, they call the cops, or they insult him. usually people around his own age insult him, but sometimes, they see him as unlucky, take pity on him.

it’s not like you should, she says, and hector thinks that’s the best part of it. food tastes better when it’s not sanctioned, or at least that’s the rationalization he’s bought into for years now, but hector doesn’t believe in looking at gift horses, or whatever that saying is, he never cared to learn it. “okay, sure, thanks.” hector replies quickly, walking over brazenly to her table and sitting down at the empty seat. he picks up the cinnamon roll and shows very little decorum, shoving it into his mouth and ripping off a little piece with his teeth. swallowing fast, he looks to the brunette as he leans back and moves to rest his ankle on his other knee, “so what’s your name? i’m hector.”

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edward‌,

The reason why he was staring, had nothing to do with judgement, he wasn’t judging the boy, he just saw himself on him. His mom fed him until he learned how to walk, after that, he had to pretty much take care of himself, as she didn’t really give him food, a lot of the times, his parents ate everything they had, which wasn’t a lot, since they spent all their money on drugs, and barely any was left to buy food, so he had to do what the other was doing. Sometimes he even had to look up in the trash can, to see if there was anything in there that he could eat, so he wasn’t looking at him, because he was judging, he felt bad for him, that he had to steal to fill his stomach.

The worst part was that it probably wouldn’t be enough to stop the hunger, “I wasn’t judging you,” he wished that he was rich sometimes, so he could help people like him, but he couldn’t help everyone. He had money, but not enough to be considered rich, “How about this, after you finish that, I will pay you an actual meal.”

hector exists solely on charity, but it’s still rare to find, especially from men. not that they were unfamiliar to him, not in the least, but there was usually more pride involved, it was harder to play on their sympathies. they saw hector and believed there was no way they could ever be like him, they would get angry at the mere sight of a homeless guy in front of them as if he reminded them that they could be just as vulnerable one day. not this man, apparently. he had a kind look in his eyes that hector didn’t see as kind, only exploitable. normally in front of unfamiliar men, hector reacts on the aggressive side as a defense mechanism, hurt them before they hurt you (which is, often, the goal for him). with the generous offer, all hector can see is the man’s concern for him, and it makes him want to boldly laugh. he doesn’t because he knows that’s the wrong game to play. the right game is to act grateful but skittish, and hopefully, get some money out of this.

his eyes, previously squinted suspiciously, relax and turn into something more fearful. he physically melts away the ‘tough street kid’ persona he intended to use, shoulders drooping and his chin tucking downwards, pretending as if he was in any way ashamed of what he is. “that would be very kind of you,” he looks up from the plate of food towards the man, puppy-dog eyes in full effect, “but i don’t want to trouble you. i’m fine with this, i do it all the time.”

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lane,

“it’s not like they were gonna eat it.”

Lane had been out for a walk with her dog in the area. The weather was nice, and it was a perfect day to grab a quick bite outside. She tied the leash around the leg of a table, and tucked into a sandwich and iced tea, being sure to sneak bits of food to her companion below. “I guess not,” She said, catching the eye of the younger boy. She continued, trying not to let her judgement seep through into her words. “I’m surprised they didn’t take the rest with them, but at least it’s not being wasted,” She mused. “I just hope you don’t get sick.”

hector likes to believe he’s more stealth than this, but the truth is that subtlety is not a concept that’s familiar to him. blatantly stealing discarded food, he really should be more careful. when employees don’t shoo him away themselves, they often call the cops; jail cells can be ‘nice’ places to stay for a few days when he doesn’t have access to any other safe place to sleep, but he needs to keep clear of the law as long as possible. the whole point of laying low is to lay low, which he’s not doing very well now. he shrugs again at the blonde, glancing down at her dog warily; he doesn’t trust animals, but hector doesn’t trust anyone. “people are wasteful.” he comments plainly, mouth still a bit full. “i’ve had to do worse before, i’ll be fine.” he hasn’t gotten sick before, but if hector has a sickness, it has more to do with his mind than his actual health.

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faust‌,

the house party seemed to be in full swing and faust was working on a pretty decent buzz. it had been a long time since she’d knocked back a few drinks and just relaxed. having only been in town six months, she still didn’t feel like she really knew anyone. still, she’d never needed to be the center of attention and hanging out on the sidelines watching everyone else’s interactions suited her just fine. it was free entertainment, but it was also a good way to gather intel. to learn who greased each other’s palms and who hated one another. charming was new territory and she was certain she had decades worth of grudges and alliances to learn.

francisco had disappeared into the crowd and she was soon left to her own devices, wishing she’d brought a joint or that her cell phone battery wasn’t too low to dick around on words with friends or something else to occupy her time. without something like that, she was lible to be approached by any idiot desperate to make a friend or a sounding board for what ever alcohol induced drama they had going on in their lives or to ask her about doing their nails. the latter was even more annoying, because people loved to get free fuckin’ advice and then ask for a friend’s discount later on just because she’d talked to them at a party once. so when the blonde in the bedazzled jeans approached her, she was pretty sure it was gonna be the latter.

“yeah, sure, of course i could do flip-flops and footprints on a manicure–” faust couldn’t help but chuckle. just how corny were people in charming? and did they all have that fuckin’ haircut? “–but why would i want to? why would you want to?” she was pretty sure she already knew the answer and hardly listened as the woman went on to tell her about her upcoming trip to hawaii in a terse tone. looking past the woman, she caught the glance of the first person who would meet her eyes and gave them a get me out of this fucking conversation look, before plastering a forced smile on her face and looking back at the woman who was someone her brother had deemed important’s sister or girlfriend or something. ( @charmingstarter​ ).

if there is something hector needs to survive (beyond copious amounts of drugs and neverending chaos), it’s interaction. house parties are the source of many things, they provide sustenance in many different ways and all those things necessary for his survival, but above all, they give him people to talk to. what sort of chaos can he wreck havoc if he’s totally alone? (tons, but it’s more fun with an audience!) those houses filled with people letting loose or whatever it is that actual functioning members of society do, they’re like beacons to hector. lit up, all the noise, it’s easy to find when just simply walking around. that’s how he’s found himself at this particular party, no one seemed to question him upon entering and really, he knows how to lie and say he was invited. it’s a little different when most of these parties, as far as hector can gather, are thrown by different, warring crime syndicates that have some tense treaty or whatever—he’s only picked up this information secondhand and he barely paid attention to it because it wasn’t about himself—but if any of the bikers noticed he was out of place, they hadn’t bothered him. so far.

moving easily about the house, he’s found the source of the alcohol quickly, but that’s not his ultimate goal, and that goal can be left unsaid, it’s obvious. drinking can help, especially when mixed with his favorites, but it’s not his preferred way of getting fucked up. he’ll have to search for the best connection in the canaille, but parties are the easiest way, behind nightclubs of which there aren’t any he’s found, to find his favorites; cocaine might as well be snowflakes falling in the californian desert. the twist top on the generic beer that hector didn’t bother to read the label of pops off easily and he’s taking a large swig as he walks through rooms. swallowing grotesquely, he catches the eye of some woman that looks like she’s been cornered. he’s not too self-absorbed to not realize the obvious plea for help so hector starts to close in, catching the tail end of some conversation about manicures and hawaii. the woman in conversational peril is probably a nail lady or whatever it’s called.

hector goes in for the kill. stepping up and looping an arm around the blonde woman, she’s too confused to shove him off quickly so he leans forward, somewhat pinning her in place. “gosh, that sounds like it would look fuckin’ awesome, mija,” hector’s putting on a voice that’s too confident and old-timey mid-atlantic, reminiscent of katharine hepburn if he knew who that was, to show that he’s clearly being a dick, “but i have to wonder.” he turns his head to look at the other woman, leaning even more further but dropping the affectation, “do you happen to do scrotal waxings? i’m in need of some upkeep and i think it’s better to just wax your balls clean. don’t you think, babe?” he looks back at the blonde, smiling innocently to the point it looks devious.

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mariel‌,

God Mariel missed her go to spots…

One would think after a few months of being here, she’d get used to what Charming had to offer. However, Mariel was still familiarizing herself with it. Corner Cafe was tolerable and she learned to enjoy the little things they have to offer. Like her iced coffee or the pastries, which she was indulging in at this very moment. In the middle of answering emails and calls, she took a brief break to observe her surroundings and caught sight of a young man munching on leftover food that did not belong to him. Once they locked eye contact, she listened to his defence and shrugged as she continued eating her own meal. She was used to this kind of behaviour, especially when she saw it go down in the city—it is what it is.

“Hey kid, you gotta do what you gotta do.” Tilting her head, she then narrowed her gaze on him and asked, “Are you just gonna hang around here and eat leftovers?” 

there are differences between small towns and big cities that are incredibly obvious and not even worth noting; less options when it comes to restaurants and shopping, the small-minded people, less access to the fun drugs (though hector always finds a way), and the super cozy, homey feeling that people always wax poetic about that hector has never and will never understand. the biggest difference, and one that hector sometimes misses and is sometimes thankful for the lack of, is that people in the city barely notice you. in the city, when he eats out of trash cans or steals wallets off of tables, everyone’s been trained to keep their eyes to themselves and they rarely witness it. when they do, they don’t care. in small towns? they see a street kid, they call the cops, so hector has to be more discreet... which he’s obviously failing at.

but this woman, this beautiful woman, is acting much more like the city people that catch him than the typical suburban biddies that use the local police as their own personal errand squad. the burrito is sticking to the backs of his molars and the idea for a quick exit is quickly abandoned, because hector can never give up the chance to hear his own voice. “well not just around here, but yeah. free game, man.” he gestures towards the plates still on the table with his unoccupied hand.