Goddamn did Hector feel out of place. He hadn't packed a suit -- the last time he'd worn one had been to his baby sister's funeral. He had to settle for his best clothes, dress slacks and a button-up white shirt. He clapped politely along with the rest of the crowd, finding all the talk of Greek mythology oddly comforting -- it reminded him of his mama. She would have loved that. He wished he'd won two tickets so he could have brought her along, she was a good woman and she deserved this stuff much more than he did.
After reminding himself to stop brooding -- again -- he found a small, empty table -- spotting it around the same time a woman in a purple dress did. He cleared his throat and pulled a chair out for her. "Slim pickin's, yeah? Mind if I join you?"