The dance had gone way better than Hector could have ever wished for. He'd convinced Ben to dance with him and the two had even shared a couple of sweet chaste kisses. Now though, as the night began to draw to a close, Hector for some reason was starting to feel a little bit fuzzy and he doubted it was from the butterflies in his stomach. Someone must have spiked the punch and he could tell that Ben was feeling it as well. He didn't want to part ways with the student yet. Pulling Ben to the side of the path just outside the student center, he shuffled his feet for a moment before finally making eye contact with the taller boy. "Me gusta mucho pasar tiempo con usted," he started, lapsing into his native tongue as alcohol rushed through his veins. "Pardon," he started again, "Do you want to come back to my place?"