"Aaah, you should be! You're a great guy!" At least, Héctor thinks so. He's totaly not biased and completely unaware of most of what makes Ekkehardt up.
With Ekkehardt through the door. He gives a glance around himself. But honestly, Ekkehardt needn't have offered choice and his own preference; Héctor immediately heads for the bar, hearing that. He slaps down a bill, grinning at the bartender.
"Tequila for me and whatever the man here fancies too, por favor!" He pats the seat beside him in invitation. It's kind of funny, seeing someone like Ekkehardt in a place like this. Ekkehardt doesn't necessarily blend anywhere, but at the Academy, he certainly fits more than someone like himself. Whereas here? He's just another man at a bar and, truthfully, despite his jokes of being dead, it's nice to blend in amongst the living for once-- and not as a man on the street for that matter either.
His comfort here shows, as he spins around in his seat to face the wider room, with the patrons rowdy but friendly. The smile he wears is one of a man who used to truly find family in the world, if a long, long time ago. (Or if not that, then one of someone used to being on the outside, looking in on the joy, not realizing where they are as it's witnessed.) "I really do like this place. It's nothing like what I knew back home, but it's comfortable in that similar way."
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With Ekkehardt through the door. He gives a glance around himself. But honestly, Ekkehardt needn't have offered choice and his own preference; Héctor immediately heads for the bar, hearing that. He slaps down a bill, grinning at the bartender.
"Tequila for me and whatever the man here fancies too, por favor!" He pats the seat beside him in invitation. It's kind of funny, seeing someone like Ekkehardt in a place like this. Ekkehardt doesn't necessarily blend anywhere, but at the Academy, he certainly fits more than someone like himself. Whereas here? He's just another man at a bar and, truthfully, despite his jokes of being dead, it's nice to blend in amongst the living for once-- and not as a man on the street for that matter either.
His comfort here shows, as he spins around in his seat to face the wider room, with the patrons rowdy but friendly. The smile he wears is one of a man who used to truly find family in the world, if a long, long time ago. (Or if not that, then one of someone used to being on the outside, looking in on the joy, not realizing where they are as it's witnessed.) "I really do like this place. It's nothing like what I knew back home, but it's comfortable in that similar way."