[Héctor looks incredibly bad, barely hanging on to the magic that keeps him functioning, but other than that it's the happiest he's looked in a long time, maybe since he got to this town. He's holding on to his drinks well, but holding on to as many as he has means he's definitely passed tipsy.

He leans back against the bar with a laugh.]

Oh, amigo, I don't envy you. Designated babysitter's no good. Why don't you come up and sing? At least that will be fun.