Chapter 5
“Well, there was nothing to do then, but eat it,” Hector yelled in Beau’s ear. Beau laughed, vaguely uncomfortable. The driving beat had obscured at least half the convoluted tale that Vin’s friend was expounding upon, complete with wide-armed gestures and mimicking the voices of people Beau’d never met. On the plus side, Hector appeared to be one of those types of storytellers who was more enamored with being in the spotlight than with actually expecting a thoughtful response, and so Beau had spent most of the last hour or so nodding along and saying “yeah” at the right junctures. Beau experienced a weird sense of déjà vu; his conversations with his girlfriend had frequently followed the same pattern.
Hector had managed to score them an actual table, with chairs, in the boldes
