[ Hector can't help grinning a little wider when he sees the reaction. Embarrassed? That's kind of cute. Of course, that means he's going to keep prodding. ]

Oh, of course it did. [ He slides the cup over to Elm as the other man sits. ] I just got here, and they're expecting me to clean up a mess I didn't even make. Feels like that happens no matter where I go.

[ Fucking story of his life. He doesn't sigh, or anything, at the thought, mostly because the drink is definitely filling up that empty feeling he gets from that. He grabs the bottle and leans over to fill Elm's little cup. ]

But now I'm sitting here with you, and with a drink, and I'm feeling a bit better.

[ He puts the bottle down and sits back in his seat, leaning on the bar as he gives Elm a brief look-over. ]

I'm Hector.